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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
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