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MisanthroPope
02-12-2012, 10:02 PM
that I've written over the years. Mostly from 2004 - 2010.

Low Expectations

Feel alone...

Make yourself at home...

Everyone is moving on...

and you have yet to grow...


Abstract shapes...

Even worse faces...

that'll never fit in - to your confining spaces...


Hold on...

To your bland ambition...

Everything is great...

With low expectations...


Underlined...

This point in time...

New understanding...

Not all things are always fine...


Slow down now...

To the dearly departeds' pace...

As youthful anger fades away...

and sadness takes its place...

Every smile seen...

Is a lie spread cross your face...


I Think...

I think I am afflicted...

With an addiction to inflict pain...

I think...

Who the fuck do I think I am???

I think I am an uncleanable mess...


I think you should have known better...

Than to touch something as dirty as me...

I think you should have known better...

I think you should have thought twice...


I think you won't mind...

I think???

My mind won't let me think...


I think I can...I think I can...

I think I can...

Not...Cannot...

I think I cannot control myself...

I think you thought I tried...

I think not...

I think you are stupider than you think you look...


Needles

It's a stick up...

Needlesneedles...

Take away everything...But your...

Needlesneedles...

Pin me down...

Needlesneedles...

Push in...Push in...

Needlesneedles...

I'm your...Pin cushion...

Needlesneedles...

Fill me...With...

Needlesneedles...

Keep me under your thumb...tack...

Needlesneedles...

You're gonna pin this on me...

Needlesneedles...

Sometimes I wanna leave...

Needlesneedles...

I'm stuck to you...

Needlesneedles...

Armored Sluts

It's easy to find...


Witnesses... To the Viciousness...

Our Mistresses... Are Mantises...

I enter... You delete...

Establish power... Devour...

Repeat...


She holds me...

She told me...

I'll be you're whore and more...

If I can use you for all you're good for...

I'm the wo(manslaughter) of your dreams...

I replied... I know because you're killing me...


Prepared for war and porn from the day that you're born...

There's no difference between a woman and a woman scorned...

You're Armored Sluts... Armored Sluts...

We can penetrate but we can never truly get inside...

You're all Armored Sluts and you're just the fucking same...


It's easy to find...


Witnesses... To the Viciousness...

Our Mistresses... Are Mantises...

In you... I believe...

You... Make believe in me...

Dispose of me... Traditionally...

Like Adam's bombing by Eve...


She holds me...

She told me...

Love is a dirty little thing we fabricate...

Our second favorite 4 letter word...

And souls don't mate...

We just fuck like every other human...

And humans are nothing more than animals anyway...


Cut and Run

Made everything I knew...
Seem untrue...
I wanna get drunk...
Get drunk on you...

Climb behind your wheel...
Wrap you round the nearest tree...
You'd look so much prettier...totaled to me...

Not a soul worth saving...
Behind bright eyes...
If God weren't dead...
This fact he'd not deny...

I cut you...
I cut me...
I cut all of the strings...
And I cut...
And our blood runs...
And I cut and run...

Leaving now...
A necessity...
Not forgetting you...
Are you forgetting me...

The best I could...
Showing signs of wear...
Show you where...
Pretend to care...
Exploit as needed...

Buried now...
Beneath time and sand...
A million miles from you...
I can barely stand...


Ten Little Indians(and then there were none)

Cancer's not my sign...
Just my current state of mind...
And I want to spread to all of you...

You've got such a brilliant mind that I'll paint the walls with your brain...
Everyone will walk past and say it's the prettiest stain...

This is just murder...Not a mystery...
No motive needed...Just groomed to repeat history...

Violence is golden...

I'll kill your ten little Indians...
Break them off at the knuckle...
So I snap, snap, SNAP...
And then there were none...

Not gonna take my own life...
I guess I'll steal yours...

We're all on a road to our own funeral...
Some of us drive slow and some of us drive fast...
Move over...I'll be your chauffeur...
I'll run all the red lights and I'll push on the gas...

If we get pulled over...
I'll kill the fucking Cop...
And bring him along for the ride...

Snap, snap, SNAP...

Romantic Comedy

Don't call girls...
Unless they're call girls...
Far removed from ladies and not so gentle men...

Abrasive dialogue and a pace that's all wrong...

Why are you crying???
What am I screaming for???
It's deafening...
Who composed this score???

Should have left it on the cutting room floor...

No black and white, colors, just shades of gray...
Love on film always looks this way...
Some just wanna love...
Some just wanna fuck...
They all wanna run out...
When you run out of luck...
Let the credits roll...

Don't fall for guys...
Just set up fall guys...
Far removed from ladies and not so gentle men...

SadomassoKissed...
By those apocaLips...
The ending's so predictable...
Everyone...prays for a twist...
What were we thinking...
When we wrote this script???

Should have left it on the cutting room floor...


(L)OVER

Dear Lover.....

I’ve been wondering too much lately about what I’ve done to make you hate me so much.

I can hear the distance in your voice, and feel it in your touch.

You never had to strike me with your fists; your mouth packed the hardest punch.

You’re only serious when you’re angry, joked about how sad you could make me, always let you blame me, but now I realize our problems are really yours alone.

Dear Lover...it’s over...

As I write this I cry..

Dear Lover...it’s over...

As you read this you die...

I waited so long to hear "I’m sorry", but I knew they were just words.

When they left your mouth they sounded like "fuck you", even your apologies are a curse.

You’ve squandered you’re chances, you’re a worthless romantic.

There are too many things that can’t be righted so now it’s time I’ve left.

I wish you the best but I’m never coming back, the light you’ve made me see you in is now the darkest shade of black.

It’s over.

MisanthroPope
02-12-2012, 10:03 PM
Whore

From the first time we made hate, I knew I was stuck.

Call it fate? I call it just no luck.

If I cum too soon, I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you…

I’ll go down on you, I’ll fall down for you.

If I’m broke today, I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you…

I’ll sell my little soul to give everything to you.

Just the kind of bitch to put me in a situation to see how much I’d do for you.

I know if I could offer more…..you would take it.

You would take it like a whore.

If I could offer more you would love me like you never would have before…..then you would take it.

You would take it like a whore.

The emotional intercourse never could make me cum.

Another host that you feed from.

Get me off, get what you want, write me off, get off of me.

You suck….you suck society, they way you suck off me.

If I found you out today…would you be sorry?

How would you make it up to me?

Gladly on your knees or gladly with your lies?

Or would you take it like a whore and use the apology between your thighs?


Make me

In a corner with one way out…

Don’t ever say you never made me…

Don’t ever say you never made a liar out of me...

Don’t ever say you never lied to me…

I can’t take it like a man if I’m not one…

I can’t be a self made man if you’re my creator...

Don’t ever say you never made a monster out of me…

Don’t ever say you were never a monster to me…

I can’t ever say you never made a believer out of me…

You can never say you ever believed in me…

Point your finger in the mirror and try to tell yourself you never made me…


My Kevorkian

You’re the finest rose in the garden; I cut you off at the waist…

If this goes any further, there will be consequences to face…

I could quench the blood thirst behind you’re eyes…

Let me inside, and baby…you could bleed me dry…

I am like a scab…you would never pick me because I would make a mess…

I give my soul to kill me slow…

I want you to hit the kill switch when I’m plugged in…

I want you to be my Kevorkian…

Without you by my side my pain is incomplete…

Be my…be my…Kevorkian?

You’re flaws are so flawless…

I applaud your tragic tricks as you run my life like Auschwitz…

Clip my wings, take a pound of flesh, I wanna be under your feet…

Misery loves company; he always has time for me…

Take my hand, my Kevorkian…

There are reservations for three…


Stained Glass

Looking through...
Stained glass...
To see you...
Stained glass...
Looking back...
Just watching...

Pushing through...
Stained glass...
To get to you...
Stained glass...
Pushing me back...
Keeping me away...

Your eyes are church windows, I have to get in your head to save myself.
The salvation I need, I'm afraid to be freed, I deprave myself.

Looking through...
Stained glass...
To see you...
Stained glass...
Looking back...
Just watching...

Breaking through...
Stained glass...
To get to you...
Stained glass...
Just cutting me...
Keeping me away...


Solitaire

You're just another face that they don't want to see.
You're just another prisoner that they don't want to free.
You walk alone by yourself, surrounded by everyone else.
Theres no place for you, theres no place for me.
Were just another breath that they don't want to breathe.

No one to accept you.
No one to care how you feel.
No one to love you and no one ever will.

You're just another face that they want to remain vague.
You're just another nobody that they want to plague.
You're not alone by yourself, just ignored by everyone else.
Its the only place for you, its the only place for me.
Were just another death that they would pay to see.

No one to accept you.
No one to care how you feel.
No one to love you and no one ever will.

Deja Vu

You’ve got a Porcelain Doll face and Faberge legs…
And a mind I wouldn’t mind knowing better but I should’ve known better than to give chase…
Why wouldn’t something I adore bring anything else but pain?
Seems I got a face perfectly made for hate to be displayed…
And a heart built for something other than love…

Sometimes it’s nice…to be too hollow to cry…
And at least I didn’t have to watch the flowers die…
Every petal that fell would’ve been a reminder of what I thought I felt…
At least I didn’t have to watch the flowers die…

The leash I handed to you…was just fancy noose…I guess I expected abuse…
Lead me on…encourage me…watch me act foolishly…
Could you see the sum of all my failures and know you could never count on me?
You’re just another trend to me…another passing fad…
I hope you enjoy the competition I never knew I had…

Sometimes it’s nice…to be too hollow to cry…
And at least I didn’t have to watch the flowers die…
Every petal that fell would’ve been a reminder of what I thought I felt…
At least I didn’t have to watch the flowers die…


Paper Hearts

I got a thing for you…I kinda wish you knew…
But Ill never let you know…
…Because…
Relationships are a dead end road… My hearts on E and I just can’t go.

Yeah, I’ve got the spine of a worm, Ill never utter a word.
Rejection or acceptance, what scares me the worst?
There’s a present in the hands of your outstretched arms.
Will it do me good or will it do me harm?
What scares me the worst?

She’s dressed to kill, kill, kill… I’m just dressed to kill myself…

Yes, it can fold…you can punch it full of holes… but a paper heart cannot be broke.
Every piece you take…every piece you rape…
Takes from me… my humanity…
It can withstand your wear and tear…paper hearts cannot break.

You picked the sticker off my heart that read handle with care…

I could walk hand in hand with you or walk into traffic by myself.
…The result is the same…


Tooth and Nail

Raise your hand to me...
Prove you're a man to me...
I only understand this one thing... That's the pain that you bring...
Lick the hand that beats... Bite the one that feeds...
Now lick your wounds... Hatred breeds...
Beaten and broken... Little pets...
Apologies are made and we forget...
Forgiveness is met with adamant regret...

When we're all facsimiles how do you tell us apart...
In this close proximity we'll inevitably tear each other apart...
Tooth and Nail... Going at it... Tooth and nail...
We're all animals... Who will prevail...

Stare at me... I stare at you...
Tear at me... I tear at you...
Call to us... We will come...
Crawl to you... We are dumb...
Pet me... Let me... Know you are my master...
Pet me harder... Pet me faster...
Locked in our cages... Soil forgotten pages... That make our bedding...
This must be contagious... The way that it's spreading...

MisanthroPope
08-27-2012, 01:34 AM
Mannequin

Her plastic lips, the warmest kiss...

Never dreamed, it could be like this...

But if I touch you...

Will you come to life?



You're the vicious lie that spreads to me...

The tumor that spreads through me...



By now I know...

The Heavens were low on soul...

The day you were ill conceived...

So, I'm asking you...

What are your eyes a window to?



You could be my woman, mannequin, my nothing at all.



Cold, hard, candied shell suits you well...

But if I touch you...

Will you come to life?



I can't differentiate...

Can't separate...



If you're flesh or just flesh - ish?

Phantom? All fetish...

Figment of my desperation...



You're as real as I make you...

As real as I let you be...



And after I love you there are only ashes left...

crazybitch
08-27-2012, 07:01 PM
I love you.

MisanthroPope
08-27-2012, 09:19 PM
I love you.

I love you more?

MisanthroPope
09-06-2012, 10:38 PM
Wrote this around a year ago. I was amused when I found out Manson had a new song called "Hey, Cruel World".

Suicide Bombers

So cliche - They say - "Goodbye, Cruel World!"



Who wants to be stronger than their deepest tragedy?

When you can be a corpse like the meek were meant to be.

Funeral bright eyes - Dug into grave sights

There's no rolling with the punches - There's just rolling over to die



Cut the red? Or the blue? Why are you still alive?

A suicide bomber always disarms itself.



I'm as pro-death as you claim, here by your side.

Now let's get on with ending that amateur life.

Don't bother wasting paper to leave a little note.

This is Natural Election and no one cares about your vote.



Pull in case of emergency - The trigger's your only hope

Don't think - Just do it

Do it before you choke!



So cliche - They say - "Goodbye, Cruel World!"

MisanthroPope
07-27-2013, 12:13 AM
NegativeOne(-1)

At a distance - I could understand - your lack of understanding - but I thought - when you got close enough you'd see these were scars on my skin - not stripes for you to try to change.

I said petty, you heard pretty.
Clearly, there's no interest on the attention you pay.
There are two different outcomes that I'm too indifferent to.
So, tell me now, are you sad or satisfied?

Mine - Us - You
I'm always minus you but I'm the Negative one.
I'm the -1

Am I a friend or afraid?
Am I so stuck in my ways? Is this content or contempt?
Am I doing what I'm supposed to...
Or just what I'm used to...
A statue of my limitations - Look forward but never move...

Used to think - We were - Thick as thieves...
It's easy to see...
What they mean - When they say - There's no honor among us...

crowded_morgue
07-27-2013, 06:05 PM
this is some really good, compelling stuff. nice work!

MisanthroPope
07-27-2013, 06:25 PM
this is some really good, compelling stuff. nice work!

The kind words are very much appreciated. Thank you!

MisanthroPope
08-28-2013, 12:52 AM
Gone

Red spider webbed like a bloodied windshield....
Rather see cracks in the face than the mirror that it's staring into...
But the reflection now...
Is gone...

Can't carry on...
With carrion...
Decay, decay...
It's gone away, away...
It's all gone now...
It's all gone black with flies...
It's all gone...
Now, black with flies...

Every - thing - Fester - ing...

The chalk lines are all...
Overlapping here...
And I can't hear a thing...
Over the buzzing in my ears...

Festering - Everything - Is gone now...
Everything is black with flies...

gunz
09-02-2013, 12:53 PM
I can't believe I haven't seen this until now...your words and composition...loving this.

MisanthroPope
09-02-2013, 08:36 PM
Thank you very much!

Alterkaker66
09-18-2013, 08:18 PM
Sorry it's taken so long to post my appreciation. I am particularly taken by the turns of phrase in Armored Sluts, Deja Vu, Paper Hearts, and Negative 1. Suicide Bombers is the one that really grabs me by the throat "Who wants to be stronger than their deepest tragedy?" That has to be one of the truest lines ever written.

MisanthroPope
09-25-2013, 10:12 AM
Sorry it's taken so long to post my appreciation. I am particularly taken by the turns of phrase in Armored Sluts, Deja Vu, Paper Hearts, and Negative 1. Suicide Bombers is the one that really grabs me by the throat "Who wants to be stronger than their deepest tragedy?" That has to be one of the truest lines ever written.

Thanks for the feedback. It is something I don't usually get. No one outside of here and Facebook really gets to read any of it. Happy to see when someone enjoys it.

Next to Last

Lost myself or got distracted on my way to the bottom... No way to know if this is me or just an imitation that I project to... I do, to protect myself... The lowest point I find... Is not on the tip of your knife... I can always slide... Further down the blade...

There is no more questioning my mortality... The stage is set for my final act... And this is just my death rehearsal...

I'm a candle at the end of my stick... No more meltdowns... No fire to relight... And nothing left to burn down... I leave a mess around my corpse... Fill it with fingerprints - as evidence... That someone knew I was here...

There are no more questions of your morality... You've set my stage... This is my death rehearsal...

MisanthroPope
11-13-2013, 12:51 AM
surface


There's a garden down below... Filled with flowers of my past distractions, destructions... Waiting for a tremor or a thoughtless hand to set them free...

Calm sheet of glass... Undisturbed, then you... And then you... Break the surface and return like a corpse... Bloated, wrapped in plastic...

Resurface... And remember to wear me down... I forgot to weigh you down... I forgot to weigh you down...

Scoured you with bleach before I planted you deep... Was there carelessness... Hurried desperation... Is there evidence... Inside or out... To betray... If I don't find you first...

If they know the right questions to ask... They just might split you wide open... And all the rotten answers will spill over me... Cover me... Uncover me...

Resurface... Remember... Wear me down... I forgot... To weigh you down...

MisanthroPope
12-03-2013, 03:31 PM
Be Low

Every mess has its message...
So, excuse me while I browse...
All these haunted hows...
Quest through the questions...
There is an answer out...

It doesn't even know its dead yet...
Till I show it to its grave...

The anchor's too heavy...
The chain is too short...
I'm slipping and sinking...
And too far from shore...
Slipping and sinking...
And soon I'll be below...
I'm slipping and thinking...
You've always hoped I'd be low.

Lungs afire...
With every drowned breath...
A muffled scream reaches no one...

I can't recall how the pieces made the whole...
Fragments...fragmented...
Nothing fits anymore...
I follow the wall in the darkness...
Until I find the door...

Alterkaker66
12-03-2013, 06:23 PM
"I can't recall how the pieces made the whole..."
Very nice line. Fits so many situations....

MisanthroPope
12-28-2013, 04:27 PM
Face Lift

Tear our wrists...
Terrorists...

Poison us so steady...
We're not dead, now, just deadly...

And we - bend the knee...
Here's your Kingdom to rule...
Now horrify us...
With your special brand of cruel...

We're in no fear of drowning in the smiles in the crowd...
All the choice words for you are of your choosing...

Won't raise my voice to you...
Can't lift my face to to meet yours...
This isn't a lifeline...
This is me at the end of my rope...
The very last of the ones you tried to show me...

On and on - we march...
The beating - of one...
Undying heart...

Oppress...
Oh, Press...
Tell us not to think...
Tell what we think...
Tell us to believe...

Make a speech...
Someone may listen...
Make a fist...
Someone's guaranteed to bleed...
We don't need you, Warden...
We need a War...

YoureAlreadyHere
01-20-2014, 01:44 PM
I've visited this thread a lot the past few days, and I thought appropriate to show some appreciation.

I like your wordplay:
Our Mistresses... Are Mantises... I enter... You delete.../// Oppress, oh Press/// We don't need you, Warden... We need a War.../Don't bother wasting paper to leave a little note. This is Natural Election and no one cares about your vote./// Basically all of Negative One, which happens to be my favorite, if you care about my vote.

Your imagery is beautiful, in a horrible way:
Climb behind your wheel... Wrap you round the nearest tree... You'd look so much prettier...totaled to me... ////// You've got such a brilliant mind that I'll paint the walls with your brain... Everyone will walk past and say it's the prettiest stain...

Your confessions could be mine alone (side stepping claims to gender):
Sometimes it is nice…to be too hollow to cry…////Could you see the sum of all my failures and know you could never count on me?//// can’t take it like a man if I’m not one… (although I read it as an accusation, but I can't imagination it was easy acknowledging such) /// I forgot... To weigh you down.

I am sorry for not accurately quoting your "stuff", Although this thread is exclusive to you, and I also apologize if I have mis-portrayed anything.

Anywho, your stage deserves a standing ovation. Thanks for sharing.

MisanthroPope
01-20-2014, 11:47 PM
Your post made me smile. I'm very glad you enjoyed and took the time to share.

YoureAlreadyHere
01-24-2014, 08:29 PM
NegativeOne(-1) fanforlife

MisanthroPope
01-25-2014, 01:35 PM
For life? You're far too kind.

MisanthroPope
01-26-2014, 01:15 PM
Feels Like

It's not just the first, it...only gets worse...
The unscathed, they say, they tell you how to hurt...
Addicted to the taste...to the flavor of the weak...

Left unarmed but not unharmed...
Count your lucky scars...
Not a one has killed you so far...

Fingers - Razor tipped...
Knuckles - Brass dipped...

Feels like...icepick...sharp prick... Feels like...back lash...cat o nine tails...

Lay down - the spike strip - guess where - you'll be next...

Feels like...whiplash...car crash... Feels like...back lash...cat o nine tails...

What do your Angels look like?
We worship our homemade, handcrafted Demons...
What does your tormentor look like?

That's not a winning smile, it's a sneer I fear...
It's your loss of control...

What does your tormentor look like?

Remorse - Not a bit...
Soul - Not equipped...

Feels like...back lash...cat o nine tails...

MisanthroPope
02-02-2014, 02:55 PM
Calavera

Say "be gentle"...
You know the kind of hands that attracts...
You were never fragile...
In fact, you were made of broken glass...

Dialed down...
Dilated...
Pupils...
The hollow points...
That intersect...
All the hollow points in you...

Your Death's Head...
Decorations...
So...sticky...so...sickly...sweet...
All your offerings will be burned...

I'll melt your sugar skull...
Devour your brains and all...
My saliva...
Melt your sugar skull...
Saliva...
Till your not alive at all...

I'll grow you a garden of Dahlias...
To litter your hair...
I'll grow you a Dahlia smile...
That spreads ear to ear...

Dispose of you...
Human trash...
Posing you...
Broken doll...

You were falling to pieces...
Before I made the first cut...

YoureAlreadyHere
02-02-2014, 10:03 PM
^ Love the hollow points, broken glass, and Dahlia's smiling from ear to ear.

On a lighter note, I find myself quite hungry. . .

MisanthroPope
02-02-2014, 10:46 PM
^ Love the hollow points, broken glass, and Dahlia's smiling from ear to ear.

On a lighter note, I find myself quite hungry. . .

Thank you very much.

I made Taco meat earlier, mixed it with cream cheese and dipped it with Tostitos Fajita Scoops. It was delicious.

YoureAlreadyHere
02-21-2014, 04:11 PM
I'm undergoing MisanthroPope poetry/stuff withdrawal.

MisanthroPope
02-22-2014, 01:55 AM
I'm not really a very creative person. I wish I could accomodate you.

YoureAlreadyHere
02-22-2014, 02:17 AM
How thoughtful! Calavera is very accommodating... Who doesn't love pretty flowers littering human waste known as hair?

This entire thread seems to reason that you are, in fact, a creative person. Your poetry hasn't a shed of modesty in it, but your outside words are plagued by such a confidence-paralyzing air....

You must be content or happy to not be inclined to write & divulge. .. . . I can be accommodating & stop begging :P

MisanthroPope
02-22-2014, 02:25 PM
I'm not creative ENOUGH. I get great joy out of finishing something and love when someone else gets something from it. I would love to create more. I've tried to sit down and force myslef to write something but I just don't seem to work that way. It needs to come natural and be genuine. Most of what I've written are thoughts that popped into my mind out of nowhere. I just have to figure out how they all come together.

Trust me, I'm plenty miserable. More will always come! Hopefully, I can actually finish something in the next few weeks.

MisanthroPope
02-26-2014, 12:14 AM
Common Ground

What's more dangerous?
My arsenal?
Or my ignorance?

Digging graves...
Holding parades...
Which one of us does which one of these today?

Maybe...
One day...
We'll retire...
Our gunfire...
Attire...


Battle lines...
And all weapons are drawn...
Maybe...
One day...
We'll find enough common ground to kill each other on...
Maybe...
One day...
We'll find enough common ground to kill each other on...


Hands together...
Do clap?
Do we pray?
Which one of us does which one of these today?

It's always omissions...
It's never admission...
Maybe we share identical sins...

We were never...
Meant...
To work together...


Maybe...
One day...
We could put our differences aside...
Not for too long...
Just enough time...
To find enough find enough common ground to kill each other on...
Maybe...
One day...
We'll find enough common ground to kill each other on...

YoureAlreadyHere
02-28-2014, 01:02 PM
I miss the like button.

MisanthroPope
02-28-2014, 10:00 PM
Does that mean you like it or are you just distressing over the Like Button in random threads?

YoureAlreadyHere
03-01-2014, 01:32 AM
Your stuff isn't some random thread.
I like it :)

MisanthroPope
03-01-2014, 02:26 AM
Thanks, handsome. I always enjoy the kind words.

MisanthroPope
03-15-2014, 11:52 AM
Horror Show

I cast a shadow...
A shadow to play my part...
He's the actor I never was...
With the range I'll never have...
He never forgets his lines...
Because I'm no longer the writer...
He always knows just how to - improvise...

If my tongue were as sharp as all of the pain...
You would scream, you would bleed, with every word that I'm saying...
My looks won't kill, my dialogue surely will...
What you call your Theater is My Horror Show...

I am just the mouth.
The mouth that makes the noise...
The noise you turn to words...
The words you construe as something familiar to you...
Interpret, reinterpret until what you hear can lead you astray...
Lead you to believe that what I am could somehow be something similar to you.

Your Theater is My Horror Show...
All the masks are mass murders and massacres...
On the faces of the understudies...
When this Mass occurs...
Supporting players...
Spotlight thieves...
Overshadow...Overthrow...
Your Theater is My Horror Show...

MisanthroPope
04-05-2015, 06:23 PM
Keep heads up, head shots...No lights, camera, ACTION...EXECUTION!
The Greater Good? Oh, the irony...
Good for who? Great for what?
It's death for you and rape for me...
It's not as pretty on the inside.
This isn't a bottle...It's not a message or a ship...
This is a jar...and these are maggots and flies...

And we pray/For for something bigger than us...
There's a crack in the world...
And we'll damn sure see it through...
It's not cracking a smile...
It's just splitting in two...
No/We're prey/for something bigger than us...

For the better...
We/Never/Change...
if we do the right thing...
It's in all the wrong ways...
Don't own up to/Our mistakes
We honor the dead/By dying the exact same way
It's the red and the blue...
It's the blood and the bruise...
And it's the flashing lights too...

It's the beginning/Of the end/Of the suffering...
If the End is Nigh... I just hope it's nicely done...