Pornographic Memory.

Hooves will seem to widen.
Teeth and mirrors tend to go unfrightened.
A haunted house's worst fears will cease to be just that.
A game of cat and mouse will involve a useless riot.
Don't you let the night become anything
less than a horrible massacre.
I'm here to conversate about the death of three.
Our glass hands have locked together,
nothing but a hammer can possibly break our
ever-strengthening will.
I am truthfully sick of living in fear.
I am so fucking tired of living here.
Decimation goes unprecedented,
and I guess that goes to show,
the true colors of this world of vivid grays.
Widening the shallow spectrum,
of a grape-sized window that refuses to grow
into an exceptional view.
I am truthfully sick of living in fear.
I am so fucking tired of living here.
Decomposing messes of men smelted together,
Make such a mess of stinking rotting men
that lived for absolutely nothing.
I refuse to live and die
just for the sake of a drowning planet's entertainment.