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the shame
My heart is a black haunted loom,
weaving jackets for children who’ll never be born.
My hands are abandoned factories
manufacturing heartbreak and hate for the world.
As we waltz the broken dance of our limbs
this ballroom has been groped by so many evil whims.
As I drill the last hole into you,
the well of your body has hardened into glue.
Everything is going to be just awful when we’re around.
All the colors gonna rot off your sight when we’re around.
I remember the day that I sold my smile to that nice couple
who lost their first child.
I threw in a set of sympathy,
and a bucket of popcorn for the cemetary.
But now my face is all fenced off, the sky is boarded up,
the hills covered in drop cloth.
How many chords till this song vomits out real love?
How many feathers to pluck naked the soiled dove?
How many whores till you send away for that trophy?
And how many punches till you give yourself away for free?
Because those bruises on your face look like the sun setting in disgrace.
(From these cliffs you can see the whole city
laid out groveling like a field of wounded soldiers.
The billboards in heat and hissing,
the sky scrapers stitching the gash of the earth.
As they waltz the broken dance of their limbs
their ballroom has been groped by so many evil whims.)
Everything is going to be just awful when we’re around.
All the colors gonna rot off your sight when we’re around.
I am just a salesman pleased to meet you can I show you around.
Every thing must go the shadows the seagulls when we’re around.
This is our shame.
weaving jackets for children who’ll never be born.
My hands are abandoned factories
manufacturing heartbreak and hate for the world.
As we waltz the broken dance of our limbs
this ballroom has been groped by so many evil whims.
As I drill the last hole into you,
the well of your body has hardened into glue.
Everything is going to be just awful when we’re around.
All the colors gonna rot off your sight when we’re around.
I remember the day that I sold my smile to that nice couple
who lost their first child.
I threw in a set of sympathy,
and a bucket of popcorn for the cemetary.
But now my face is all fenced off, the sky is boarded up,
the hills covered in drop cloth.
How many chords till this song vomits out real love?
How many feathers to pluck naked the soiled dove?
How many whores till you send away for that trophy?
And how many punches till you give yourself away for free?
Because those bruises on your face look like the sun setting in disgrace.
(From these cliffs you can see the whole city
laid out groveling like a field of wounded soldiers.
The billboards in heat and hissing,
the sky scrapers stitching the gash of the earth.
As they waltz the broken dance of their limbs
their ballroom has been groped by so many evil whims.)
Everything is going to be just awful when we’re around.
All the colors gonna rot off your sight when we’re around.
I am just a salesman pleased to meet you can I show you around.
Every thing must go the shadows the seagulls when we’re around.
This is our shame.
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sing again for me
me sporting the cool target trucker hat i jacked from mike... hahahaha OFF TO NAP!
jay
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hahahaha
*shows brad pic*
brad: i hate you jay
jay one hand: LMFAO
jay one hand: come on that is awesome!
jay one hand: yours is the best one hahahha
brad: sometimes i wanna put your head in a blender
jay one hand: hahahaha ;[
jay one hand: is it the eye patch?
brad: no i think its the huge penis jetting towards my face
brad: hahahaa
jay one hand: HAHAHA
jay one hand: that’s a sword!
brad: jay um
brad: when you were little did your father play "swords" with you
brad: its ok buddy you can tell me
brad: i think we have a misunderstanding
jay one hand: what that’s not a sword?!
brad: aw dood whys my right ear pierced
jay one hand: it’s the only one showing
brad: i dont wanna be the faggy pink bird right ear peierced cock sword pirate
jay one hand: no one else will notice
jay one hand: i promise
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short stories with tragic endings
Here you stand seething with guilt.
Silence only justifies this act of cowardice.
The look stapled on your face cries out for forgiveness,
the one thing that I cannot give
Did you ever see that one person
and the way they do these things
and it hurts you so much it’s like choking choking
CHOKING
I can give you freedom from your guilt,
with a flick of my wrist onto yours.
I can give you peace of mind with a forced smile.
I can give you death with the look upon my face.
This is your freedom in a life of fallacy,
with no last kiss and no regrets;
you don’t deserve good bye.
This is your freedom in a life of fallacy,
with no last kiss and no good bye.
Here you stand seething with guilt.
Silence only justifies this act of cowardice.
With a short story, the one you add to daily, you are the tragic loss.
No story book ending for this fairy tale of you.
Just the one composed with blood taken from your pen that you hold in your
lifeless hand.
Cry for you.
Shed tears. Mourn.
Wish the end.
Cry for you.
Shed tears. Mourn.
Wish the end.
One wish the end (x2)
Did you ever look, did you ever see that one person,
and the subtle way that they do these things and it hurts so much?
So much it’s like choking down the embers of a great blaze.
It’s that moment when your eyes seem to spread aspersions
and to scream confessions at the insipid sky parting clouds.
You let this one person come down on the most perfect moment.
And it breaks my heart to know the only reason you are here now is a reminder
of what I’ll never have..
I’ll never have.. I’ll never...
Standing so close knowing that i kills me to breathe you in..
standing so close knowing that it kills me to breathe you in.
But this table for one has become bearable.
I now take comfort in this, and for this, I cherish you.
Did you ever look, did you ever see that one person
and the subtle way that they do these things and it hurts so much?
So much it’s like choking down the embers of a great blaze.
It’s that moment when your eyes seem to spread aspersions
and to scream confessions at the insipid sky parting clouds.
And you let this one person come down.. come down. I cherish you.. I cherish
you.
Just say that you would do the same for me..
just say you would do the same..
just say you would do the same for me.
For as much as I love Autumn,
I’m giving myself to Ashes.
Silence only justifies this act of cowardice.
The look stapled on your face cries out for forgiveness,
the one thing that I cannot give
Did you ever see that one person
and the way they do these things
and it hurts you so much it’s like choking choking
CHOKING
I can give you freedom from your guilt,
with a flick of my wrist onto yours.
I can give you peace of mind with a forced smile.
I can give you death with the look upon my face.
This is your freedom in a life of fallacy,
with no last kiss and no regrets;
you don’t deserve good bye.
This is your freedom in a life of fallacy,
with no last kiss and no good bye.
Here you stand seething with guilt.
Silence only justifies this act of cowardice.
With a short story, the one you add to daily, you are the tragic loss.
No story book ending for this fairy tale of you.
Just the one composed with blood taken from your pen that you hold in your
lifeless hand.
Cry for you.
Shed tears. Mourn.
Wish the end.
Cry for you.
Shed tears. Mourn.
Wish the end.
One wish the end (x2)
Did you ever look, did you ever see that one person,
and the subtle way that they do these things and it hurts so much?
So much it’s like choking down the embers of a great blaze.
It’s that moment when your eyes seem to spread aspersions
and to scream confessions at the insipid sky parting clouds.
You let this one person come down on the most perfect moment.
And it breaks my heart to know the only reason you are here now is a reminder
of what I’ll never have..
I’ll never have.. I’ll never...
Standing so close knowing that i kills me to breathe you in..
standing so close knowing that it kills me to breathe you in.
But this table for one has become bearable.
I now take comfort in this, and for this, I cherish you.
Did you ever look, did you ever see that one person
and the subtle way that they do these things and it hurts so much?
So much it’s like choking down the embers of a great blaze.
It’s that moment when your eyes seem to spread aspersions
and to scream confessions at the insipid sky parting clouds.
And you let this one person come down.. come down. I cherish you.. I cherish
you.
Just say that you would do the same for me..
just say you would do the same..
just say you would do the same for me.
For as much as I love Autumn,
I’m giving myself to Ashes.
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