Forlorn
By Syphon
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Inside anothers servitude
Slicing through abandon like guillotines
Drunken states of mind
Intoxicated by fury
You cannot cage rage
Beasts roam the sickened plains where
The vultures feed on burned corpses
The skin shed fabrics of disdained liars
Vinegar and piss soaked whores
Vengence sweet tastes sponges
Tourniquets and coke spoons
Mould walls and charcoal ceilings
Misanthropic to live without feelings
Suffering sadness in states of Nirvana
Unfaithful drifts of bliss
Minutes turn to hours
Feeding the many while serving the few
Scarlet crimson rainbows of blood drip from scabs
Unholy obsession with the dead
Leaders falling like needles to junkies
The shadows you cast wont set you free
Distant features cracks in facial lines
Dilated pupils squinted vision
Seeing what is not there
Schizophrenic nightmares
Voices scream in silence of torture
Dripping taps in solitude
Bed wetting stains
Swimming in circles
Feeding like sharks at the stench of blood
Sky becomes desolate and stars become knives
Drowning in ignorance
Injecting sustenance to survive the bleeding
Tragedy befalls the weakened
Cracking skulls like feathers on sand
Sleeping graves covered in names
Tattoos mark the depraved
Sinking into the abyss of the addicted slave
One more hit before their saved
Limosine wrecks of fashioned icons
Aftershave scent of rats piss
Discarded system bends all the rules
Swallowing pills first red then blue
Shaken hands swapping money for fuel
To live without smack is cruel
Living in a world savaged by so many
Who is raping who
Crimes surround all the victims
Staring at smack heads as if their the stain
The issues of the socially insane
Keep your promises and your needles clean
Glad I could fuck around with your day
Spoons overflowing come out to play
Poison of a martyrs fairytale
The world has failed
God has abandoned his kin
Why create sickness as injected sin
One more disease to be marketed in -
charitable causes
Commercial value junkie stock rises
Community clampdown
Still getting high as prisons fill
Stomach pumps
Intravenous drips
If the grass is greener on the otherside then it is no darker than my soul
Complete loss of control
Habits merge into surrender
Leaves fall on graves like tears from my eyes
All my dreams are dead inside
I cannot find the comfort of this world
This dedication is killing me
As the needle is pulled slowly I feel life slip from my grasp
Nevermind everything ends in the end
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