the voices write in crimson
dancing in twisted silence
raging and furious they whisper
all those devious plots praying that
she falls into the shiny trap they have set
while evil flicks its silver tongue
tempting her to follow it down the dark path
she no longer screams while her flesh is being ripped from her tired and frail bones
it doesn't hurt as much as the bloody knife in her back
nails through its eyes pins in its head
poor little voodoo doll doesn't work anymore
she's swirling through this liquid euphoria
one glittery pill after another just one more drink
no more tears no saline to stain her cheeks
glass half empty more ice and lime than 151
out there somewhere she'll find her way back
but the road was never this desolate before
maybe its not just the long way home
maybe she's sorta kinda lost this time



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i have seen the world change a thousand times
in all of its nakedness it bleeds
a tumultuous ball wrapped in envy
waiting to be tossed into perdition
i have searched every dark crevasse for purity
to no avail...

a bitter place consumed by its own pain
hatred reigns as humanity fails to exist
their nothingness has made them robotic
an assembly line racing to get the job done
searching endlessly for a liquid savior
who's face is found on an empty vodka bottle.



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a frayed white rope dangles,
grayed from dirty hands-
bloody fingers grip like tourniquets-
to move one step closer-
an endless midnight-
crimson red stained into her head-
struggling to reach the top-
torn flesh forces submission-
every inch gained is a foot lost-
in this suffocating darkness-
an eternity away no end in sight-
flooded by a requiem of fury-
a violent thunderstorm rages-
within her jagged soul-
pandora's lost again-
unable to fathom reality-
So she lets go welcoming the abyss-
locked inside his box-
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .*i have no answer