| February 14th Power Struggle They were followed Hunted down by the logo emblazoned phonies Their souls were smeared across the playground All this was usual in occurrence But they fought back Against their oppressors of the modern day school yard The fashionable folk But the cabbages among them surrender to the end Those without the mall-bound tattoos tackled Beat and crushed all the others For they had been invaded one too many times This was their sweet revenge And now you all weep and run and hide You were always weak as such Fakes, phonies and facades Shame you spent it all already So Angry I got so angry I wanted to scream So angry I wanted to shoot you down So angry I wanted to tackle you So angry I wanted to hurt you I got so angry I wanted to end you So angry I wanted to smash you So angry I wanted to tear my own eyes out So angry I wanted to show you the pain you cause me I got so angry that I cannot write today So angry that I struggle for words to express So angry I cannot tell you I want you dead right now So angry I cannot live another moment I got so angry that bullets and blood would not do So angry, even if it was to flow so thick So angry that it happened So angry that I snapped Polaroid Perfection There are some girls Who spend their time in front of themselves Checking their masks and blank facades Trying to hide what's beneath The eyeliner The lipstick The hair spray and face wash All to impress and awe and distract They are Polaroid's - reality, but filtered Too good looking to be right But dampen and they begin to warp, bubble and blister Distorting rainbow masks they hold dearly They are all fakes and I despise them They are all flat and limp as wire coating They are the epitome of inhuman genesis They are the end Frustration I can't write tonight I have tried three times prior But time over again I failed To actually make use of this time Now I resort to this Bastard thought genocide Consuming all around me Have I sapped myself dry? I'm just not trying too hard To hard to impress But with no one around I'm just failing and frustrated John Doe I wish I had no name Then I could be alone Walking amongst named and shamed vessels All the time knowing they didn't me Suspicious, but never certain of intent I carried Doe, John could be me now Reused many times for faceless corpses Inverted reality would follow Veering towards my own conclusion Even forced on me it would shock No name would be nice though In-vitro re-birth into the soil Never to emerge as one whole Thousands of milliscule amounts instead One in a million more of me Motivation for special features dulled Elongated life reversal in named bodies is the mirror Nail File Figure You're too thin You're emaciated For vision of splendor today Your bones hang out Like the real you screaming to get out Its fingers jutting from your latex skin The inside you shouts and wails to be released But you keep them inside and locked away You are just a flimsy sack Bitter, blown away with little and used Used for someone else's trash Thrown gutter-wise for you are cheap The child's doll figure walks assisted Drugs, money and alcohol pump you along While you struggle to breathe You're dead honey, ain't it a bitch? Inhuman Genocide Hundreds of newly developed Chromosome wise individuals Plodding along through the ether They were our creation and they are our undoing We realise too late as usual Unaware that our tampering is our biggest flaw Curiosity killed our cats Fat cats sitting in their board rooms Making the decisions that affect the lives of many Now they sit and laugh heartily As we are endangered now And they are the kings among men The others descended upon us like a plague And devoured us just as quick Never sparing man, woman or child We were consumed Consumed by the genocide The genocide of the inhumans Bastard versions of their creators They ended it Stuck Inside Inside the comfort Inside the soft surround Inside the quiet You are stuck Inside the warmth Inside the safety Inside the darkness You are stuck Inside the love Inside the precious sack Inside the fluid You are stuck Inside you are trapped and have no way out Inside you cannot breathe Inside you are an ordered anomaly You are stuck |