Words, words, wordsHAMLET: Words, words, words.
LORD POLONIUS: What is the matter, my lord?
HAMLET: Between who?
Sometimes I feel like a fish monger.
Timor Mortis'Cross the meadows we danced and Through the forests we marched and Over the hills we climbed but In the valleys we lost. Lost in the glamor of precious need For the whites of the eyes Couldn't be shot, so now we make do With the peace that once remained In the deepest wrinkles on our nose By crumbling the dust And spreading the ashes For the roots of the next aimTimor Mortis
The cries to the drone of the beats We timidly beseech From the pyre for our crane; Tangle down the fading memories Padding the valleys and maiming the peaks Burning the pine
Reckless FashionThere's a fashionado standing by his leather seated beemer with designer sunglasses in the lights of midnight staring slack-jawed at the ground. His eyes peer through his own blackness and the lamp post sneers at his futile desire for entertainment by entertaining that toppling girl on top of his head. His only means is a mask.Reckless Fashion
Sluts pressed against stucco walls. A careless kiss now she's bleeding from the head. Braless with a blank expression screaming off her face as if in fear for tarnish to her name. There's no secret to this world it ain't innocence that pries you out of your boredom and into regret. Flames of fear burn too
CatechesisLuminescent scars Heeds to ignorant pleasance No personal choice nor self direction Listens to that which eternal told When all is said at once all is done Humming along to internal guilt Syncopated axon but clockwork action Strong force free from erstwhile tilt Axional quest what longtime builtCatechesis
Acquiescence too easy to deny Hypnogogic strap And comforting cries All to lose and none to eye
Sporting inevitable blunder Of quondam disbranched liberty Curious question was there blithe Poisson delivers the sea Astray to mannequin hea
Tired
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