My Pride & My Lies
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Putrid vile oxygen that she cachets,
flicked orifice that should be sewn shut.
My heart visas recoil,
a torment in my chest always exists.
Twisting violently composing my every evanescence,
an agonizing torture of my hub.
My roar comes in the quantity of a bull,
I satisfy what I vowed to decimate.
Is it because I imagine,
slipping from the sidewalk into pressing traffic
with circuit beams on green;
I detest mercy let alone comfort in the concluding
shot of dry vodka.
So how do I feel today?
I prepared a short list of words.
I am fucking fine
Does that make it help?
It should since it's what you expected
to hear repelled from my lips.
With my fumes laced in alcohol
you had driven down my throat.
Literally, go load the gun
for today, I possess no difficulty firing the bullets;
the 40. Cal indicates upwards to my cranium.
I crave the bullet to become pierced in my eye socket,
so the flash reflected from the shell case
displays what a loathsome bitch you are.
Psycho slut you’re too much
I am no longer the hunter,
I claim now the hunted.
Cycled into the vermin which should be shot,
before he can devour on the blood of an adversary.
An assailant equable like you,
your diseased crown will not repose until
I furthermore anatomize my blissful existence
into an abiding nightmare.
A nightmare where I bury myself with my deeds,
condemned forever in a dilapidated tomb.
Flowers in bloom, settle on the deceased,
cyanide laced, but honourable;
if perhaps I stay put with an ounce of
emanation absented in me.
You spit venom in the anterior of my affection;
I thrust the silver embedded in a wolf’s heart.
Come inside my prison cell tonight,
Discern me shading crimson on the roots,
and guessing my own fate by
drawing images that convey my divine ending.
A vision of blood from conception that,
abides inside to choke the vitality out of my life.
I would square dance on your grave!
I’ve already picked out the shades that will
be included in your funeral spray.
I laugh, you are going to die!
And I am not...
Oh woman, oh woman
the fatal loving fruit that will
be picked and plucked by my hand.
The horrid mask you leave on my body;
the disgusting veil genes we share.
Oh mother, oh mother.
Every man has a cross to unsheathe
and you are mine.
You are breaking my back.
My Pride & My LiesGood evening, I am a man to disgusted to show his face.
but today,
My lies out weight my pride.