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Drowning in it is my pleasure,
My silence,
My punishment,
My desicon.
As I let my thoughts invade
The air
And hold my breath
On purpose
Its impossible to
Look for the light
In the darkness
As the door shuts and
the atmosphere breaks
I still smile
At the thought
Of no one watching me
In the freezer I put the milk
And the pickles
And the meat
To make the perfect meal
For my beloved boss
In the freezer is the cream
And the apples
And the cheese
The meal has ended
But that doesn't mean my night has too
In the freezer lyes the chicken
And the ice I use for the whiskey
The whiskey I'm drinking right now
Infront of the fire while a smirk plays across my face
In the freezer lies the head
And the bloody tail
Of the hair of my boss
Who refused to give me the raise
For the milk that I need to buy tomorrow in the supermarket.
Bam Bam Bam
I'm still not tired
Bam Bam Bam
I can keep going all night
Bam Bam Bam
Adrenaline fills my blood
Bam Bam Bam
The scalp is already open
Its just a flesh wound
Bam Bam Bam
Its no longer squirming
Bam Bam Bam
The blood hits my t-shirt
It'll be difficult to clean it
Bam Bam Bam
Best night of my life
Ideas premeated to words.
Words premeated to ink.
Ink premeated to paper
and paper premeated to me.
Stamped inside the envelope.
All my thoughts cloating through it.
The wind takes it away from my hands.
I wonder who will find it.
When I was little I use to take candy out of the store.
No one ever got me.
I was so proud of that.
I still am.
I covered the mirror with the frst blancket I saw.
I, then primiesed myself not to eve rtae a glance, not a squint at that object ever again.
You'd do the same if you'd saw your reflection wink at you.
Someone is infront of me.
Same eyes, same freckles.
Same movements at the exact time.
Looks like me.
Its not me.
I see something dark at the corner of my eye.
When I turn to see the mirror again.
The thing is smiling.
Good spreading all over the world.
Happiness in the faces of the people.
Smiles.
Laughs.
Wars between two groups of people because of lack of tolerance and respect.
Evil spreading all over the world.
Sadness in the faces of the people.
Frowns.
Cries.
And I wonder since when did relegion became such a peaceful term
Slender fingers run through it.
A pleasing sound fills the room but no one is there to hear it.
He still hears the chant of people that isn't there.
An applause for the anonymus musician by the non-existent crowd.
A short vow and then the notes die down.
I know it burns
I know it hurts
I know its site of so many nightmares
A site that will not please anyone
I find it rather cozy
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