Cursed Circus of a Fool 12/23/04
The purpose purchased through ill-gotten means
blight of doom mean chick of green
shallow minds drowning in oceans of destruction
spontaneous combustion of agony
lost lives ludicrous
where are you
bluest black no light
you fight
you bite
can't escape the blight
jealousy pitched in jaded midnight black
the hand of doom
the gloom you clothed yourself into
who'll frogive
you've messed your life
what's the deal
the drugs that controlled you
nowhere to run
nowhere to hide
snide snickers
heard voices of loops
friction of fictitious plains of delusions
jailbait
you've left inside a catbird seat
the ones you left behind
never to have returned
you've become blind
no more gleam or shine
just no one never to hear you whine
wine is gone
no more drunken nights of jealousy
all you gained gone
gone in a blink of an eye
but you'll live from the forgiveness
that someone shed and bled
for your hopeless mind.