A Darker Shade of Jaded
 

 
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Monday, November 20, 2006
 
Oh broken heart and faded glory
More and more it's the same old story
I love you and love you and give of my self
All I ever get back are pulmonary welts
But bruises have uses
Put mine to the test
I've got no excuses
Just failures at best
Oh tired lungs, I beg one more breath
I'll use it to better the world fore my death
I fight the good fight, I fight and I fight
But darkness is rule, exceptional light
I've knelt down in prayer
Hung my head in shame
I have no betrayer
Just myself to blame
 
Perfect – perfect pestilence
Grindstone karma negligence
Wedding ring of bells tolling
A hopelessly frozen ending scene
These wild animals are better left unfed
Sport the stylish manacles of doing what you said.
Now its kekule’s tail recursion
Like a benzene dragon whirlwind
Of worthless first place peasantry
Don’t shirk the hearse race lethargy
Scratch and sniff existence
Full of cocaine heartbeat boxers
So let’s spend a thousand dollars
And have a grand old time
It’s funny, money is
Such a duplicitous mistress
Prone to distress and mistrust
And always swapping bang for bucks
 
An open heart beats
Closed mind any day,
Wouldn't you say?
They sway with the rhythm
Of knowing within them,
That all of their dreams could come true.
But, past probabilities
And antiquated soliloquies,
Is truth that proves too tough to chew.
It reads, salvation is taken,
The gift is to choose,
And blind hope’s the folly of youth.
 
Empty interface with ethics
Left him in this pinch-ed place
The problem smooth skinn-ed
Like a never ending razor face
Find advice in writing, says
Replace the waste of space
We’re just some never-end degenerates,
With cursed curtain placement,
And a fade to black enslavement.
 
Heartland tragedy
Nightmare Carlsbad cavernry
Somnambulist academy
We teach you mobile sleep
Our graduates are animate
But always unaware
You’ll see us on the sidewalk
And find us everywhere


High school majesty
Reichstag mimic pageantry
Vulture hatchery
The living keep their feet
Our wards loom eerily
Round those trudging wearily
Through the adolescent desert
Trailing tears with every step

 

 
   
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