Love is a Slow Form of Suicide
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Sad doll decays broken wrists in stitches
A hypocritical delusionst on the brink of madness
What do you do when nobody gives a fuck?
You walk alone and kiss the dirty hand of luck -
The cards you’ve been dealt,
Time in a padded cell is learned behaviour well spent.

My shadows fall in agony and rise in creation
As the temperament of the rusted sacred heart becomes verbal masturbation,
Assault, triumph, demons plagued with possession for violating their earthly probation,
The equation deteriorates and we’re all left to mend
Knowing that only upon death will it end -
An end to the suffering of broken hearts, shattered minds, burned cigarette stained souls,
In this cast of thousands nobody can break the mold.

It’s done, the abortion of soul is complete
You make new time for walking alone in your mind,
Holding the hands of time in place at ten and two
In your minds eye there is no view-
Just emptiness, hunger, and a drive on autopilot,
Who do you turn to when nobody buys it?
Bottle in your hand a slap on the wrist
You were never alive in this so how could you exist?

Beauty stained the purest white sheets
To stop the infection you swallow bleach -
In a martini glass with Xanax - blue,
You mark the occasion with a home lobotomy,
Falling deeper into your skin self mutilation is soul sodomy,
Where do you run to when you can’t see?
Sad doll decays on the shelf
Can’t ask for forgiveness because you don’t know yourself.