Submissions by knifesalesmen
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SONG LYRICS
Published
30th May 2013 7:31pm
30th May 2013 7:31pm
Riot Gear Built into your Home.
Born from a struggle,
and we won't give in.
Taught from an outdated book,
I won't ever be given the chance to win.
Compasses with the points chewed off,
Where will we fit in?
Destinations ending before the journey's started,
When will we belong?
Witness our own obsoletion.
Self destruction never felt so right.
Medicate myself. Medication.
I'll try to fight off a dragon of pills.
I lost my helmet, now my heads at risk
I'm too comfortable in my own skin.
and we won't give in.
Taught from an outdated book,
I won't ever be given the chance to win.
Compasses with the points chewed off,
Where will we fit in?
Destinations ending before the journey's started,
When will we belong?
Witness our own obsoletion.
Self destruction never felt so right.
Medicate myself. Medication.
I'll try to fight off a dragon of pills.
I lost my helmet, now my heads at risk
I'm too comfortable in my own skin.
755 reads
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SONG LYRICS
Published
29th May 2013 7:14pm
29th May 2013 7:14pm
Between the Earth and The Sea.
661 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
24th May 2013 5:03pm
24th May 2013 5:03pm
Phenomenonsense; Things Start to Change
I mistook your eyes for your stomach, ravenous.
There's nothing left for you to keep to yourself.
Keep prancing around,
carrying your parent's weight upon your back
Lingering around the same old places,
eating every pill in sight.
I don't believe in you any longer.
Mirrors made of paper,
you stare at drawings that make no sense.
You speak in foreign tongues.
Words I've only heard about in books.
Screams I've had the pleasure of hearing more than once.
Congregations seem to make no difference.
Allegiance is another word for illusion....
There's nothing left for you to keep to yourself.
Keep prancing around,
carrying your parent's weight upon your back
Lingering around the same old places,
eating every pill in sight.
I don't believe in you any longer.
Mirrors made of paper,
you stare at drawings that make no sense.
You speak in foreign tongues.
Words I've only heard about in books.
Screams I've had the pleasure of hearing more than once.
Congregations seem to make no difference.
Allegiance is another word for illusion....
676 reads
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SONG LYRICS
Published
12th May 2013 4:56pm
12th May 2013 4:56pm
Donner and Blitzen.
What use is a shield when you're not at war?
What good is harboring a grudge you paid double for?
I guess I lack in compassion, and I don't respect the dead.
I'm guessing arguments are invalid, the judgement rests.
Keep in line, do not try to coincide.
Surrender your weapons, where do you belong?
Take the dagger to your neck.
Let the blood choke you up,
Swallow hard, swallow it all back.
Enter the modern places kept all tidy for the sick.
The Rapture's coming, the raptor's hungry,
come midnight, you'll be cleansed of worry.
Fear is a path that I...
What good is harboring a grudge you paid double for?
I guess I lack in compassion, and I don't respect the dead.
I'm guessing arguments are invalid, the judgement rests.
Keep in line, do not try to coincide.
Surrender your weapons, where do you belong?
Take the dagger to your neck.
Let the blood choke you up,
Swallow hard, swallow it all back.
Enter the modern places kept all tidy for the sick.
The Rapture's coming, the raptor's hungry,
come midnight, you'll be cleansed of worry.
Fear is a path that I...
561 reads
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SONG LYRICS
Published
12th May 2013 1:58pm
12th May 2013 1:58pm
f**k Faith, and Forget About Friends.
699 reads
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DRUGS POEM
Published
17th Apr 2013 00:54am
17th Apr 2013 00:54am
Visions of Home.
These vibrant, vicious dreams we escape
Confusing textures, outward prose.
Holy Candyman, this is too heavy a dose.
Constantly constant, ocean-like vivid dreams.
I am the Alpha, all-knowing individual.
These drugs need skin to reproduce.
Pills have no hope, the dosage is no use.
Using up, the borrowed time I let you spend.
Breaking hearts, breaking up, never given a chance to mend.
Never given a chance to mend.
I've realized that I am better off dying, soon to be dead.
I'm better off dead.
Confusing textures, outward prose.
Holy Candyman, this is too heavy a dose.
Constantly constant, ocean-like vivid dreams.
I am the Alpha, all-knowing individual.
These drugs need skin to reproduce.
Pills have no hope, the dosage is no use.
Using up, the borrowed time I let you spend.
Breaking hearts, breaking up, never given a chance to mend.
Never given a chance to mend.
I've realized that I am better off dying, soon to be dead.
I'm better off dead.
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