Submissions by knifesalesmen
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
A Victimless Crime.
Ghetto as a bed bug.
I'm rotten to my bones.
There's blood on my jeans
And I have a bad feeling
That I'm going off the deep end again.
This wound is barely clotting.
It just insists on staying open.
I'm miserable and I frown so much
That the wrinkles have claimed my forehead.
I'm rotten to my bones.
There's blood on my jeans
And I have a bad feeling
That I'm going off the deep end again.
This wound is barely clotting.
It just insists on staying open.
I'm miserable and I frown so much
That the wrinkles have claimed my forehead.
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It Was Not the Wind; It Was Not the Light
Playing tricks?
I think you're just making up shit
so you can feel safe when the dark
surrounds your bed and you know
this is how it'll probably end.
I am sorry you could not put this to bed
You are squeamish, just try to relax instead
Who are we to question the darkness
surrounding the streets when we're all asleep?
Feel the shadows consuming me.
It's time you learned of evil,
because it knows everything about you.
And it knows you smell like fear.
Courage is fear that has said it's prayers.
I think you're just making up shit
so you can feel safe when the dark
surrounds your bed and you know
this is how it'll probably end.
I am sorry you could not put this to bed
You are squeamish, just try to relax instead
Who are we to question the darkness
surrounding the streets when we're all asleep?
Feel the shadows consuming me.
It's time you learned of evil,
because it knows everything about you.
And it knows you smell like fear.
Courage is fear that has said it's prayers.
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Drunker
This alcohol is a goddamn trap
And I think we both know it's making me fat
But 'tis the season, so let's get where the party's at.
I'm getting older, and I'm getting lazy
I have lost touch and my vision's hazy
I drink too much I'm getting fat
But I fucking love you
and you can trust me on that.
I need someone to say
That it's alright that I'm drinking this way.
I need someone to say
That they love me and I'm not a waste of space
I guess it's just a phase
I guess drinking is just a phase.
I know this but you know that
This alcohol is...
And I think we both know it's making me fat
But 'tis the season, so let's get where the party's at.
I'm getting older, and I'm getting lazy
I have lost touch and my vision's hazy
I drink too much I'm getting fat
But I fucking love you
and you can trust me on that.
I need someone to say
That it's alright that I'm drinking this way.
I need someone to say
That they love me and I'm not a waste of space
I guess it's just a phase
I guess drinking is just a phase.
I know this but you know that
This alcohol is...
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The Royal Blood; Scared of Your Own Shadow
Blood thickens as it boils.
Curses darken as they come to be.
The truth burns as it leaves a tongue.
Family was another word for a prison.
Neither sounded very good.
Down with the King.
Cut the head off that ink-hearted snake.
Take the chains off your cage and use them to cause pain.
Burn the brains out of that black fucking leech.
Make sure he sees that his plans have been laid to waste.
Douse the earth in salt, and the parasites will shrivel and wilt.
Cover your body in pain, and anger will turn up eventually.
You haven't seen the last of us.
Curses darken as they come to be.
The truth burns as it leaves a tongue.
Family was another word for a prison.
Neither sounded very good.
Down with the King.
Cut the head off that ink-hearted snake.
Take the chains off your cage and use them to cause pain.
Burn the brains out of that black fucking leech.
Make sure he sees that his plans have been laid to waste.
Douse the earth in salt, and the parasites will shrivel and wilt.
Cover your body in pain, and anger will turn up eventually.
You haven't seen the last of us.
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An Inferno; White Hot Light
The wolves are here.
Meat eaters by nature, cruel as hell.
Dancing in the forest
As it's set ablaze
This pack of hell hounds
are more like raptors.
They laugh to each other
But they speak of flesh
and nothing sates them
Besides the cold sting of death
Burn this forest cause those birds are watching
Destroy nature cause nature's a bitch
Kill them all, before they kill us first.
Meat eaters by nature, cruel as hell.
Dancing in the forest
As it's set ablaze
This pack of hell hounds
are more like raptors.
They laugh to each other
But they speak of flesh
and nothing sates them
Besides the cold sting of death
Burn this forest cause those birds are watching
Destroy nature cause nature's a bitch
Kill them all, before they kill us first.
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A Vision; The Last of the Listeners
Burn the body.
Bury the victim.
Once the machine rusts, we'll kill it's owners.
Stomp the fire out that once claimed the forest.
Leave the dead to rest, or they'll lay us to waste.
Imprison! Imprison!
The future looks bleak
Decisions decisions.
Decide to break chains
Decide to tear down those walls that held hope in a room
If nothing's done right now, we're going to be dead soon.
Fight the way things were,
make them the way things should be.
Fuck the last generation,
we're here because change is a possibility.
Bury the victim.
Once the machine rusts, we'll kill it's owners.
Stomp the fire out that once claimed the forest.
Leave the dead to rest, or they'll lay us to waste.
Imprison! Imprison!
The future looks bleak
Decisions decisions.
Decide to break chains
Decide to tear down those walls that held hope in a room
If nothing's done right now, we're going to be dead soon.
Fight the way things were,
make them the way things should be.
Fuck the last generation,
we're here because change is a possibility.
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A Guide; The Star Map
Severing ties that were born in a lie
Giving off an aura as black as the night
Skeletons dance to the king's last laughs
As he's thrown to the wolves to die.
The sky has changed, and it's calling for sacrifice
Or a blood red Moon will devour the Sun
Can't you feel the change of pace in the atmosphere?
Night will be the only thing here.
Night will eat kids, and will bathe in their fear.
Please tell me this New Order is for the best.
Young men have died for this.
Giving off an aura as black as the night
Skeletons dance to the king's last laughs
As he's thrown to the wolves to die.
The sky has changed, and it's calling for sacrifice
Or a blood red Moon will devour the Sun
Can't you feel the change of pace in the atmosphere?
Night will be the only thing here.
Night will eat kids, and will bathe in their fear.
Please tell me this New Order is for the best.
Young men have died for this.
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Cookie Munster
Look at these things that cause us stress
Look at the way the curves leave me pressed
All along my back, it's draining me so bad
I killed myself forty eight thousand times last year
And I'm just not staying fucking dead.
There are two sides to every story, but mine was one dimensional and plain.
I'd rather not talk about it, because I've always felt I am pretty lame.
The Sun will keep moving, and I will be a shadow in it's midst
keep dodging fate and sure enough it will be fate that ends up pissed
I'll fall asleep, and I won't wake up again until the end of...
Look at the way the curves leave me pressed
All along my back, it's draining me so bad
I killed myself forty eight thousand times last year
And I'm just not staying fucking dead.
There are two sides to every story, but mine was one dimensional and plain.
I'd rather not talk about it, because I've always felt I am pretty lame.
The Sun will keep moving, and I will be a shadow in it's midst
keep dodging fate and sure enough it will be fate that ends up pissed
I'll fall asleep, and I won't wake up again until the end of...
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Hosting a Ghost
Can you tell me what love was?
Did we create its existence?
Have we been misled to
Think it was in us?
Illusions are the oldest trick in the book.
Time for that smoke and mirror trick to come to an end
I've asked myself this question for a couple years.
We are the brightest blue,
Our eyes have been pasted on.
Copied and pasted onto our faces.
We could really use some assistance.
We live to die and then someone takes our place
We'll continue the cycle,
continue eating our legs.
Did we create its existence?
Have we been misled to
Think it was in us?
Illusions are the oldest trick in the book.
Time for that smoke and mirror trick to come to an end
I've asked myself this question for a couple years.
We are the brightest blue,
Our eyes have been pasted on.
Copied and pasted onto our faces.
We could really use some assistance.
We live to die and then someone takes our place
We'll continue the cycle,
continue eating our legs.
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Classic Chevy Something or Other
I think I'm going to take up growing my hair way too long
and finding some baggy clothes to bury myself in
Sipping at what looks like tea but tastes like Theraflu
Maybe then I'll feel like I'm a deep enough person.
But until then, I think I'm gonna keep smiling at people when they look at me and walk by
And say 'hey' or 'how are you today'
Because that's just the kind of mask you gotta wear to survive.
I wish I was someone else, somewhere else, some other time.
and finding some baggy clothes to bury myself in
Sipping at what looks like tea but tastes like Theraflu
Maybe then I'll feel like I'm a deep enough person.
But until then, I think I'm gonna keep smiling at people when they look at me and walk by
And say 'hey' or 'how are you today'
Because that's just the kind of mask you gotta wear to survive.
I wish I was someone else, somewhere else, some other time.
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The Brightest Blue
Raze the woods and take in the fumes
Chanting some gospel shit while fucking with tombs
You never were one to leave well enough alone
Riding hard on some fairy tale
Drowning yourself in the high tides of fantasy
Poisoning yourself with some high hopes of change
Nothing works out in the end, just wait and see.
Nothing is going to happen, the past is gonna eat you and me
The ropes holding us up are gonna fray and rip at the seams, believe me
We're going to watch time catch up and sweep us off our feet
I beg you to quit what you're doing
You've got to...
Chanting some gospel shit while fucking with tombs
You never were one to leave well enough alone
Riding hard on some fairy tale
Drowning yourself in the high tides of fantasy
Poisoning yourself with some high hopes of change
Nothing works out in the end, just wait and see.
Nothing is going to happen, the past is gonna eat you and me
The ropes holding us up are gonna fray and rip at the seams, believe me
We're going to watch time catch up and sweep us off our feet
I beg you to quit what you're doing
You've got to...
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Writing Your Own Obituary.
It's 2 AM, and I'm thinking about death all over again
And it's been a long, cold winter the summer can't heal this sting
The dry spots lingering around my mouth mean nothing to me
Nothing is gonna happen with this.
Nothing can bring me back to the year I've missed
Pissing away into the wind like a drunkard on a binge.
Like a drunkard on a binge, I've felt the pain hit my heart,
It'll hit again and I won't be prepared for it
The seasons will keep changing
and the desert will take our thirst to a new level of desperation
Let the buzzards take me...
And it's been a long, cold winter the summer can't heal this sting
The dry spots lingering around my mouth mean nothing to me
Nothing is gonna happen with this.
Nothing can bring me back to the year I've missed
Pissing away into the wind like a drunkard on a binge.
Like a drunkard on a binge, I've felt the pain hit my heart,
It'll hit again and I won't be prepared for it
The seasons will keep changing
and the desert will take our thirst to a new level of desperation
Let the buzzards take me...
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