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| Post #1 May 26 2012, 03:07 AM | Sgt. Tacoz |
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Saccharine Sweet Noose As you feel that saccharine sweet noose loose round your neck start to tighten and pull to pick you up off the ground your eyes begin to close and the grip of reality starts to fade like the end of a play to black you drift off to a land of dreams where everything is all too real and nothing is as it seems this saccharine sweet noose of sleep and of dreams of heaven and of hell is a drug greater than any man has ever made Edited by Sgt. Tacoz, May 26 2012, 03:08 AM.
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| Post #2 Jul 6 2012, 10:26 AM | Sgt. Tacoz |
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Halogen Halo Your body lays motionless draped in a candescent sheet of white upon the shimmering steel pulled away to show everyone your halogen halo shimmering and illuminating your porcelain skin tinted purple and blue and red like a field of flowers in a painting the y-incision sewn up tastefully with bouquets of black thread and your body perfumed with the scent of formaldehyde a vision in white forever sleeping never to wake illuminated by this halogen halo |
I happen to know for a fact that Unicorns puke rainbows.
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| Post #3 Jul 29 2012, 03:56 PM | Sgt. Tacoz |
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King of Fools I am the King of Fools the epitome of stupidity A Jester with a crown on a throne made of failures ask to me breathe I won't know what to do but the panic and fear set in and they're seizing I'm freezing up at every little thing over thinking every little move questioning what is right and what is wrong while they laugh in the distance a jovial crowd at a comedy about the Jester with a crown |
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| Post #4 Jul 29 2012, 10:52 PM | Sgt. Tacoz |
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Beautiful Moon It's a beautiful moon and it's calling for you hear you cry like the animals it's a curse you never wanted but no one ever does the change is coming with that soft white glow a faint tint of red as the blood soaks in an inhuman rampage against your human will you're a monster a beast a thing to be hunted hated assassinated can you live through the night and into the day knowing what it is you do under this beautiful moon |
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| Post #5 Oct 17 2012, 10:12 AM | Sgt. Tacoz |
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Maybe In Another Life Fuck you and fuck these petty games you paint me as the villain but nothing ever changed but the way you talk and the way that you walk I don’t want to hear the bullshit pouring from the sewer grate you tastelessly taped to the front of your face and I don’t want to see you walk in like you own this place but it’s an open and shut case I’ll be the better man and I’ll bite this wagging tongue but know this I never owed you anything but you feel entitled to play this fucked up game with the rats and insects whispering in your ear telling you ‘he never gave you anything, he owes you everything’ so here’s the point where I walk away and I hope we never speak because I might just break your jaw so you can’t say anything and maybe in another life I’ll get over this travesty but until then it’s best you keep out of this one Call Me Anything (Please, Just Call Me Something) So call me anything (please, just call me something) I want to hear my name slip past your lips whatever form it takes When you hate me When you love me But this silence is deafening and I’d give anything to hear you speak to me because this world is trapped in a silent film and I can’t read the subtitles but you can speak despite everything so if you said one thing to me I would hear (you) again So call me anything please, just call me something … Winter Weather The crackling pop of lit tobacco leaves fills this winter air and the frost at my feet retreats from the heat like snakes from the flame and I’m cold and I’m shaking but the sun is rising and though time is frozen in this cold winter weather the heat of the day will take us all away Trophy Heart I am never alone, in my heart I am home. So take the heart from my chest and hold it close. Because home is where the heart is, and a home is nothing to me without you. This Void I don’t know what it means to feel anymore so I’ll live vicariously through the songs you sing just to try and remember what emotion is because I’ve been pulled into the void, and it’s consuming me now I’m just an empty shell of the former man I used to be So sing to me, all these things you feel so maybe I’ll remember what it means to feel at all I Don't Want to Know I don’t want to think I don’t want to feel I don’t want to cry I don’t want to know anything anymore Get the fuck away find a place to hide feeling safe is impossible even on the inside Lock me in a cage throw away the key never hear me sing doesn’t mean a thing never sang anyway End this stupid game throw it all away maybe then I’ll care but until that day always hear me say I don’t want to think I don’t want to feel I don’t want to cry I don’t want to know anything anymore Ice Cold This room is Ice Cold and it eminnates from that shoulder so sculpted and smooth but it’s covered in ice and there’s an arctic wind that’s on the rise The heat’s on high but I’m freezing the atoms of my body are coming to a stop with time by my side and I’m stuck here with just the moment of your back turned away and the echo of your shoes on the tile floors is frozen in my ears and I want to call out ‘Please, I’m sorry …’ but my voice is caught in my lungs and my lips are frozen shut I know you’re gone and never coming back but I’m stuck in this moment this Ice Cold room alone in this frozen time Ivory Bones You’re the pianist of my soul so tickle the ivory of my bones and let your song ring through the piano wire nerves that dance up to the heart strings that you tug so gently with just your song Hold Your Tongue Come now child and hold that tongue it’s a quicksilver whip you’ve honed with your wit and dipped it in acid but you’re aim is all off it’s too far from true and you’re lashing at everyone who ever loved you now you’re bitter and alone swallowing that caustic spittle because no one is around to drain the envenomed spite you bite your tongue and cry Here's a Toast! (Cheers to the Loneliness) My head is swimming, this bottle is dry, but I hold it close, like a dying friend, it quenched my thirst, but became my hearse. it fueled the dreams, that frightened, me. I’m the one to blame for playing this lonesome game. Of a bottle and a gun, a thought and a dear dark friend, and a means to an end. So fill that glass and raise it high. Here’s a toast! Cheers to the loneliness. Cheers to the empty rooms we share. Cheers to the ways we end this game. Bittersweet Clarity You’ll never know just how right you are when you say you’ll never understand me. I want to show you why, let you see these things from my eyes. But that’s a flight of fancy that crashed long ago. If we could trade places and remember all we felt when the morning comes and we switch right back. I’d love to see my face as you experience that moment of bittersweet clarity. You’ll never understand me because even I don’t know who I am. But still you try to understand, you push and you pry your way to the places I never want to be. Then I hide away, behind my self offense defense. You sigh and say, you’ll never understand me. If only you knew how right you were. If we could trade places and remember all we felt when the morning comes and we switch right back. I’d love to see my face as you experience that moment of bittersweet clarity. You’ll never understand me because even I don’t know who I am. Always When You're Not Around You know there’s these whispers you can’t hear and they buzz in your ears like a million little bees. They tell you all the secrets they heard while you were gone. Keep your head down as you glance around the empty street, then right back down at those slow, shuffling feet. You know there’s these eyes you can’t see and they watch every move with a careful scrutiny. They see every little failure you had to hoped to hide away. Keep your head down as you glance around the empty street, then right back down at those slow, shuffling feet. What Good is a Poet? What good is a poet, who can’t find the words to say what they mean and to mean what they say? Words clutter and jumble all along the written page like a riot that police failed to keep held at bay. Now the meanings and phrases all go up in the flames, while the words whither quietly, always fading away… Countdown This countdown’s crawling back from ten, please tell me will this journey end? Seems like it’s been forever. I’m crawling out into the light, but the darkness surrounds me, consumes me. Who can help this broken soul? Cause I’m wandering like a ghost, just going in circles. These walls are slowly closing in, but I’m nowhere near the end. The Hourglass is running thin. But I will carry on, through this strange new place with a brand new face. I’ll march on till I see the sunrise on a brand new day. To finally be free of the pain. Who can help this broken soul? Cause I’m wandering like a ghost, just going in circles. These walls are slowly closing in, but I’m nowhere near the end. The hourglass is running thin. I’m just so sick of this shit, sometimes I just want to quit. But I’ll be stuck here forever. The light is calling out to me: Please save this wretched soul. This countdown’s at zero. We may go on our separate ways, and move on to better days. But this countdown’s at zero. The Minotaur I look around this new land And nothing looks familiar. All these streets Cross like labyrinths And the Minotaur is Closing in. There’s a map on the wall But it takes me nowhere I need to be No ‘X’ marks the spot No compass rose Just the footsteps behind me And the world I’ve left behind. But if I follow this path Of strings back To where I came from Maybe I can find who I was Back then, before the Minotaur Caught up to me. There’s a map on the wall But it takes me nowhere I need to be No ‘X’ marks the spot No compass rose Just the footsteps behind me And the world I’ve left behind. I don’t know what I’m doing now. The strings can only take me back And the streets ahead are empty. The Minotaur is breathing down my neck, and I’m breaking down. Maybe there’s a future, maybe there’s a chance. A hope for me, for you, for all those people lost among these empty streets. Put down the string, there’s no need to go back. Leave the Minotaur alone in his labyrinthine trap. Hallway Echoes These empty hallways echo your voice. These hallowed hollows draped in multicolored sunlight from stained glass portraits of you along the walls, but you never cast a shadow. #back log Edited by Sgt. Tacoz, Oct 17 2012, 10:30 AM.
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