semi automatic
biochemically frantic
you say it
then you slay it
meaning what you hate to say
you make me vomit day to day
explosive and pungent
the smell of defeat
worse are the bastards
who love when they cheat
.........................................................................................
you are the sinful magic. all that you encompass is the kingdom of hopes and dreams. your falsity was a lie. not empathetic. a faulty bottom with pits deeper than hell. a shallow wading pool of lust with a door close for rejected ones. to many have been thrown away and cast to that well. the goodbye from the kingdom is harsh and rigid. organs are torn and ripped from your flesh-as you proceed to the end of rejection alley. they beg for your heart but settle for your lie of the night. you fog the viewing and cover the truth. crying makes unclear their sight. when searching for the piece to your empty hole latch onto the one you think is a match, knowing inside you arent the one, you know the one is from death they come.
.................................................................................
when rejection rips your heart into pieces of bleeding ground up nothingness.
you pop the pills they prescribe for happiness
little to they know the pain and hate do deeper than your core
it spews from your every pore
your an emotional whore
you'll give to get what you want
but need more than the pathetic mans one night
frightful sight shot
..................................................................................
blind are you
who see the hope
you worship the pope
then smoke all his dope
selfish are you
who take sex like a fruit
your lies fester, they rot and pollute
you kill your lover
and dreams that they have
you steal their soul
you silence their laugh
disgusting are you who pretend
dissolve the after
forget and descend
settle for less with your low self esteem
your selfish ways do not go unseen
.....................................................................................
when rain becomes razors
and blood is your grass fertilizer
you'll know youve done me the favor
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a slice would be nice
a gutting for fitting
a shameful slow death
full of crying and shitting
biochemically frantic
you say it
then you slay it
meaning what you hate to say
you make me vomit day to day
explosive and pungent
the smell of defeat
worse are the bastards
who love when they cheat
.........................................................................................
you are the sinful magic. all that you encompass is the kingdom of hopes and dreams. your falsity was a lie. not empathetic. a faulty bottom with pits deeper than hell. a shallow wading pool of lust with a door close for rejected ones. to many have been thrown away and cast to that well. the goodbye from the kingdom is harsh and rigid. organs are torn and ripped from your flesh-as you proceed to the end of rejection alley. they beg for your heart but settle for your lie of the night. you fog the viewing and cover the truth. crying makes unclear their sight. when searching for the piece to your empty hole latch onto the one you think is a match, knowing inside you arent the one, you know the one is from death they come.
.................................................................................
when rejection rips your heart into pieces of bleeding ground up nothingness.
you pop the pills they prescribe for happiness
little to they know the pain and hate do deeper than your core
it spews from your every pore
your an emotional whore
you'll give to get what you want
but need more than the pathetic mans one night
frightful sight shot
..................................................................................
blind are you
who see the hope
you worship the pope
then smoke all his dope
selfish are you
who take sex like a fruit
your lies fester, they rot and pollute
you kill your lover
and dreams that they have
you steal their soul
you silence their laugh
disgusting are you who pretend
dissolve the after
forget and descend
settle for less with your low self esteem
your selfish ways do not go unseen
.....................................................................................
when rain becomes razors
and blood is your grass fertilizer
you'll know youve done me the favor
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
a slice would be nice
a gutting for fitting
a shameful slow death
full of crying and shitting