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For Fuck’s Sake

Another shuttered misstep
Blood coursing through damp hair
Eyes ablaze with the passion of injury
Taking breaths of gravel through pants
Moving over the pain towards exaggeration
Lash forward with a growl
Lighting striking an unexplored region
Falling back towards a hole of decay
Landing against mechanical metal
Pupils hazed by a whirlwind of direction
Seized by the opening earth below
A distorted voice booming through the fog
Listing the fired violations to dead ears
Right before the lights turned out
Realizing my modulated virtue was fucked

I Was A Basketcase

Stumbling through the hallways
Bumping into unbalanced voices
Barely hearing the echoes off the walls
Clutching the rails to stabilize the shakes
Focusing on falsified paradise under the dim sun
Negating beams of moon in my stagnant pupils
However it all came to be
A prescription
A misstep
A bounce pass
A diversion

The lines all resolve to the tonic
The one similarity in all this dissonance
Such a tumultuous calm
Divided by all your qualms
Echoing through cries shrill
Though our stance stands still
Sanctioned by a false flag
Figuring frequent delusions
Stated acceptance of seclusion
Despite such a downward slant
Digging though soulful hopes
Related to all our modern tropes

Denying all distortion
To enhance such fortunes
To never stumble blind
Or give in to a bind

Let Me Down

If you’re going to pull the rug
Gently whisper a final confession
Something to conclude loose threads
A coordinate to guide wandering thoughts
The starlight washing our canvas

Sometimes a certain opacity skins all
A perspective seldom achieved
The synthetic sirens beget side roads
Aiming steadily at the light switch
Threatening to turn off illumination
To hide love in the shadows
Never to be felt
The bullet always flies in the air
It always comes with a prescription
Leaving traces to prove history
There was a time before damnation
And all those who wander the shadows
Who are lost under the same plight
Their story does not transmit
Their silence always rumbling
Vibrating to the point of nothing
Measured on the deaf ears of the saved
Through sad tales told in dark bars
The prologues to the night embraced
Filled with all the misdirections demanded

No move on the board is unaccounted
All choices were measured
Debt collections on a skewed path
Over the grey sky of reminiscence.

  
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The Attempts

I just can’t keep up the facade
A convalescent juxtaposition against greatness
All the debts I pretended to pay
The destitute constitution I disregarded
Shallow waters drown me
The depth shortens my breathe
Surrounded by reverberations of salacious samples
Frown while fighting for a handful of steps
Say it with your chest but express it with your tears
Drone the pings bouncing down the surface
Couldn’t have defended the frontline
A barrage of soulless sectors invading the day
Calendar count the times defiance fell to its knees
A slackened defense against a violent offense
Drink the martini forget the slandered sucker punched disgrace
Drown over and over again in the glow of a moon
The only true light shining in the fluorescent glow
Break the glass
Stammer through grass
Calloused kinships to summon
Through the desert I dragged myself
Down the toilet I had to drown
Shrug the trepidation
Stall the static inference
Dire doom stare
Telling tallies

All attempts fell short
Half-hearted desire stifled
Never really believed in anything
So I fell for everything
A modern day messiah.