We never talk.Me having life Is like having friends that never talk. I'm always caught listening But there's nothing being said. Same old shit Different fucking day. You're like a corrupt politician, Pushing your subjective opinion Pushing back my objective mission My objective mission, my object I'm objective, just object Loyal subject.We never talk.
Me having you Is like having friends that never touch. I reach towards you And cling to the air air air. Not another day, not another day I want to run away, Let me go down down. I am your loyal subject,
Lye RomanceFreshly sliced wounds of razorblades from you taste like French kisses, I can't speak without hearing your reluctance, sounds more like hisses. Daren't I ask for justice it just is injustice, mustn't question more, You dirty fucking whore, I put you in my mouth for what? An open sore?Lye Romance
A taste of my own medicine, 'I love you too' like a naive little boy, I beckon your call to silence and cracking whips, I'll stay your toy. I stuck it in her, so what? Chastise me when I know right and wrong. Was it all so bad that you have to keep crying, I'm tired of this song.
I'll fist-fuck your t
Tarnished EnamorYou twist and writhe in sight of my loves. Find peace in doves, find peace in doves. My lips peel from my stained-yellow teeth showing; Showing how when I smile I stand glowing. Every confession to you, I made true.Tarnished Enamor
I would confess this love a tarnished enamor, Whether it be true to sickle and hammer. If when I speak my words begin to stammer, So this love be tarnished enamor.
Stained so black and flooded with lies, This young boy is where the beast resides, And peeks through his teeth with only eyes, This is where the beast's head lies.
I
Trail BlazerOff a well beaten path, a patch of grass, I walk, alone, and I dare to pass, Those on the same blazed trail, But have only been able to fail. Over their corpses, I step without care, I dance, twirl about and flick my hair. Pondering whether they think life is fair, How they could not, when I withstand this wear. I Me Myself surpass others before I Me, Myself. Does it help, that I am in such, perfect health? They do not know, that now, more then ever, My only weapon, I regret say, is just clever. No magical attributes to guide my way, Only thing I have is my heart, aTrail Blazer
The Way Things Work
Affection
Ichor.
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Swanky, swanky pigs.
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