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something's crawling on the floor

from the crevice in the corner

right out the silver schism

i don't believe they're real

can't convince me they're the victims

they exploit the game

and manipulate the system

hating by default and lying by omission

secrets flying through the air

keeping their agendas hidden

they get offended by the truth

and they scoff at ancient wisdom

they believe they do it best

selfishness is their religion

begging for your validation

and for compliments, they're fishing

wishful thinking has a twin

and its name is narcissism

it isn't just a modern trend

demons do the devil's bidding

if you must submit to them

just be sure it's your decision

i've been knocking off their crowns

'cause they were never earned

and they aren't even fitting

never look them in the eye

stare as if you're looking through them

like you had tunnel vision

they aren't really here

your fear is cyclical

and it's based on old traditions

all the witches work their magic

but nowadays, it isn't sticking

every empath in a trap

is held there on display like a real-life exhibition

all my love fits like a glove

and it matches my contrition

if i slap you in the face

then you'll know i wasn't kidding

the mirror that i hold, it's impossible to break

so forget your superstitions

don't forsake your own creator

'cause he'll leave you in the wake

of another masquerader

lost in mother nature

with despots and dictators

you won't know of your mistake

'til your back's against the wall

one hundred full moons

and several winters later

no! don't give your soul away

to power-hungry traitors

i hate to say i told you so

but i'm not an innovator

something's crawling on the floor

from the crevice in the corner

right out the silver schism

i don't believe they're real

can't convince me they're the victims

they exploit the game

and manipulate the system

hating by default and lying by omission

secrets flying through the air

keeping their agendas hidden

they get offended by the truth

and they scoff at ancient wisdom

they believe they do it best

selfishness is their religion

begging for your validation

and for compliments, they're fishing

wishful thinking has a twin

and its name is narcissism

it isn't just a modern trend

demons do the devil's bidding

if you must submit to them

just be sure it's your decision

i've been knocking off their crowns

'cause they were never earned

and they aren't even fitting

never look them in the eye

stare as if you're looking through them

like you had tunnel vision

they aren't really here

your fear is cyclical

and it's based on old traditions

all the witches work their magic

but nowadays, it isn't sticking

every empath in a trap

is held there on display like a real-life exhibition

all my love fits like a glove

and it matches my contrition

if i slap you in the face

then you'll know i wasn't kidding

the mirror that i hold, it's impossible to break

so forget your superstitions

don't forsake your own creator

'cause he'll leave you in the wake

of another masquerader

lost in mother nature

with despots and dictators

you won't know of your mistake

'til your back's against the wall

one hundred full moons

and several winters later

no! don't give your soul away

to power-hungry traitors

i hate to say i told you so

but i'm not an innovator

broken promise, broken record

broken-hearted, broken seals on secret letters

spoken oaths in broken english

all these soaking wet regrets

dripping out of broken vessels

bury all the broken pieces

where the ground's been broken open

heavy masks are hard to hold

broken covers make 'em nervous

thought they were tough as leather

broken laws and broken justice

the doors are caked in blood

and all the floors are checkered

i'll be staring in your eyes

until your face is growing redder

careful what you wish for

might be eaten by a leopard

the fourth wall is broken

so anyone can grab the treasure

a broken man is not alone

even if he's tarred and feathered

broken dreams and broken ankles

they can be put back together

anyone can break a stick

but a bundle can't be severed

broken reeds are floating by

bent and shredded by the pressure

broken homes and broken families

broken habits make you better

broken codes and broken cycles

reoccurring like the weather

i'm as broke as a joke

but my poems are unfettered

all the verses carry weight

holding up the holy omens

not afraid of fate

the golden gate is never closing

i don't need a single thing

except a little time

just to show off my devotion

i'm getting close

and when it's said and done

throw my body in the ocean

you were born for a reason

for this season, you were chosen

hey there, kindred spirit

just go a little further

never mind which way you're going

not desire, but the other fire

in the hearts of men

i think it has awoken

now the hopeless can rejoice

the light will cast the shadows

far from all the badly broken

broken promise, broken record

broken-hearted, broken seals on secret letters

spoken oaths in broken english

all these soaking wet regrets

dripping out of broken vessels

bury all the broken pieces

where the ground's been broken open

heavy masks are hard to hold

broken covers make 'em nervous

thought they were tough as leather

broken jaws and broken justice

the doors are caked in blood

and all the floors are checkered

i'll be staring in your eyes

until your face is growing redder

careful what you wish for

might be eaten by a leopard

the fourth wall is broken

so anyone can grab the treasure

a broken man is not alone

even if he's tarred and feathered

broken dreams and broken ankles

they can be put back together

anyone can break a stick

but a bundle can't be severed

broken reeds are floating by

bent and shredded by the pressure

broken homes and broken families

broken habits make you better

broken codes and broken cycles

reoccurring like the weather

i'm as broke as a joke

but my poems are unfettered

all the verses carry weight

holding up the holy omens

not afraid of fate

the golden gate is never closing

i don't need a single thing

except a little time

just to show off my devotion

i'm getting close

and when it's said and done

throw my body in the ocean

you were born for a reason

for this season, you were chosen

hey there, kindred spirit

just go a little further

never mind which way you're going

not desire, but the other fire

in the hearts of men

i think it has awoken

now the hopeless can rejoice

the light will cast the shadows

far from all the badly broken

The curses are informal, now they've lost their full effect

love is energy

it's a secret weapon

but it isn't always plentiful

lust is in the eyes

but it's your soul that's sexual

be careful who you sleep with

not every hook up is respectable

the first place that you looked

is where you'll find the end result

if you forgot the plot

it's probably 'cause your memory's full

clocks are melting in your dreams

because the place is unconventional

remember everything you see

even if it's unacceptable

all the lessons start in hell

the feelings that you felt

can't just blame it on the chemicals

death is like a funeral

and life is like a festival

both are social constructs

heaven stands before it all

and it's seminal

you're in paradise

everybody's lost and i don't mean in general

someone's keeping watch

standing on the mountain is a sentinel

shepherding the flock

people married to their vices

they put their weapons on a pedestal

they need an intervention

and man, i'm talking several

power's right in front of us

but they keep it inaccessible

we're all that we have left

there are no secrets anymore

the veil is growing thin

institutions looking skeletal

say a little prayer

all we need's a leader who is credible

karma's a phenomenon

designed by the divine

every pitfall is impeccable

it's impossible to hate it

i wish i could explain it

but it really is ineffable

love is energy

it's a secret weapon

but it isn't always plentiful

lust is in the eyes

but it's your soul that's sexual

be careful who you sleep with

not every hook up is respectable

the first place that you looked

is where you'll find the end result

if you forgot the plot

it's probably 'cause your memory's full

clocks are melting in your dreams

because the place is unconventional

remember everything you see

even if it's unacceptable

all the lessons start in hell

the feelings that you felt

can't just blame it on the chemicals

death is like a funeral

and life is like a festival

both are social constructs

heaven stands before it all

and it's seminal

you're in paradise

everybody's lost and i don't mean in general

someone's keeping watch

standing on the mountain is a sentinel

shepherding the flock

people married to their vices

they put their weapons on a pedestal

they need an intervention

and man, i'm talking several

power's right in front of us

but they keep it inaccessible

we're all that we have left

there are no secrets anymore

the veil is growing thin

institutions looking skeletal

say a little prayer

all we need's a leader who is credible

karma's a phenomenon

designed by the divine

every pitfall is impeccable

it's impossible to hate it

i wish i could explain it

but it really is ineffable

when lines are crossed

birds will fly away

and it'll smell like burning tires

lives are never lost

they just quietly expire

hearts are being tampered with

brains have been hotwired

what you thought was sunken cost

is the absence of desire

now you don't have the will

to defend yourself from evil

or keep up with the liars

fighting with the wicked ones

takes a different kind of fire

you need ice inside your veins to nullify the pain

that comes with being mired

in the muck with dirty devils

who beg to be admired

they plead for your submission

needing you to call them sire

i'm speaking to my enemies

instead of preaching to the choir

the good ones know already

that each year is growing dire

with my coffee every morning

i taste the chemicals and smell emulsifiers

for every missing soul, i read all the stories

i see all the flyers

saviors wait on every corner

and yet, they're not for hire

not every wanderer is lost

some have vanished for a reason

and they've found they're better off

walking through the woods

where the grass is petal-soft

if you're searching for a purpose

look a little longer and you will find a cause

once it falls into your lap

you'll have to take an oath

and you must hold a book or tie an ancient cloth

can't afford to be cynical

anything's a ritual if you do it long enough

written in blood like invisible ink

and if the link is split or broken

you'll be hurt, or worst of all

maybe even jinxed

when lines are crossed

birds will fly away

and it'll smell like burning tires

lives are never lost

they just quietly expire

hearts are being tampered with

brains have been hotwired

what you thought was sunken cost

is the absence of desire

now you don't have the will

to defend yourself from evil

or keep up with the liars

fighting with the wicked ones

takes a different kind of fire

you need ice inside your veins to nullify the pain

that comes with being mired

in the muck with dirty devils

who beg to be admired

they plead for your submission

needing you to call them sire

i'm speaking to my enemies

instead of preaching to the choir

the good ones know already

that each year is growing dire

with my coffee every morning

i taste the chemicals and smell emulsifiers

for every missing soul, i read all the stories

i see all the flyers

saviors wait on every corner

and yet, they're not for hire

not every wanderer is lost

some have vanished for a reason

and they've found they're better off

walking through the woods

where the grass is petal-soft

if you're searching for a purpose

look a little longer and you will find a cause

once it falls into your lap

you'll have to take an oath

and you must hold a book or tie an ancient cloth

can't afford to be cynical

anything's a ritual if you do it long enough

written in blood like invisible ink

and if the link is split or broken

you'll be hurt, or worst of all

maybe even jinxed

baby armadillo

i've never seen you cry

but i'm weeping like a willow

turn my pillow over

told her that a little love

it isn't gonna kill her

i was knocking on her door

while she shuffled in her slippers

sitting by the window

i was nibbling on her neck

as i brushed against her nipples

i never got my fill, i kept staring at her figure

she went to bed at eight

and left me there in limbo

opposites attract, but it leaves us cold and bitter

was there a single thing in which we didn't differ?

i'm out of tea to spill

the truth is that i miss her

i was pissed off long before

she and i became familiar

people play with words and terms

and wash 'em down with liquor

i don't believe in limerence

i think it's something bigger

she wants me to forget, but then she reconsiders

the games are easy at the start

when you are just beginners

hurt will linger in your heart

it flashes in the dark like moonlight on a river

the silver gleam of memories

reflects like it's a mirror

the shards of glass are washing on the shore

but i'm not angry anymore

i just decided to forgive her

the light we used to share

it's shining in the past

like a disco ball, it shimmers

looking back from time to time

my eyes well up with tears

and my lip begins to quiver

i don't mind the feeling

in a world where nothing lasts

prophecies are self-fulfilling

visiting our temple ruins

i can see the missing pillars

i touch the broken pottery

that still carries our initials

endings are the best for us

because they are official

if we ever saw each other

neither one would be this civil

i'd hit you with a cheap shot

and you'd strike me with a missile

hate's on the other side of love

and indifference is dismissal

what is dead can live again

for the well-wishers with prayers

and the wicked ones with crystals

either way's the same to me

'cause both are artificial

strung along with careless words

some might even call it drivel

i've already picked my poison

so now i guess i'll live with it

lit every candle at the vigil no one's visiting

even though it's over now

in death, it's just as intimate

baby armadillo

i've never seen you cry

but i'm weeping like a willow

turn my pillow over

told her that a little love

it isn't gonna kill her

i was knocking on her door

while she shuffled in her slippers

sitting by the window

i was nibbling on her neck

as i brushed against her nipples

i never got my fill, i kept staring at her figure

she went to bed at eight

and left me there in limbo

opposites attract, but it leaves us cold and bitter

was there a single thing in which we didn't differ?

i'm out of tea to spill

the truth is that i miss her

i was pissed off long before

she and i became familiar

people play with words and terms

and wash 'em down with liquor

i don't believe in limerence

i think it's something bigger

she wants me to forget, but then she reconsiders

the games are easy at the start

when you are just beginners

hurt will linger in your heart

it flashes in the dark like moonlight on a river

the silver gleam of memories

reflects like it's a mirror

the shards of glass are washing on the shore

but i'm not angry anymore

i just decided to forgive her

the light we used to share

it's shining in the past

like a disco ball, it shimmers

looking back from time to time

my eyes well up with tears

and my lip begins to quiver

i don't mind the feeling

in a world where nothing lasts

prophecies are self-fulfilling

visiting our temple ruins

i can see the missing pillars

i touch the broken pottery

that still carries our initials

endings are the best for us

because they are official

if we ever saw each other

neither one would be this civil

i'd hit you with a cheap shot

and you'd strike me with a missile

hate's on the other side of love

and indifference is dismissal

what is dead can live again

for the well-wishers with prayers

and the wicked ones with crystals

either way's the same to me

'cause both are artificial

strung along with careless words

some might even call it drivel

i've already picked my poison

so now i guess i'll live with it

lit every candle at the vigil no one's visiting

even though it's over now

in death, it's just as intimate

Unrestrained, unrehearsed

hidden fees for the press

swearing that they're free

confessing, more or less

if you get past all the paywalls

you can read 'til you're depressed

the ones who say they're on your side

get paid by the oppressors

to placate the oppressed

pacified and sleepy, the sheep believe they're blessed

cut yourself on other's halos

and stare at broken flesh

for every cup of blood you spill

the devil is impressed

not every spirit's willing to be a sell out or a shill

pushing products on the rest

influencers are a plague

a self-promoter is a pest

distressed by inner demons, obsessed with who's the best

troubled by the thoughts of others

tormented with regrets

their makeup hides their blemishes

sitting stiff in evening dress

they've whitened all their smiles

to match the walls and desks

talking heads, they blather on

looking like they're bodiless

donning badges with their gadgets

wearing teflon life vests

swimming in the chaos they created

they get paid to make a mess

asking easy questions that don't even need addressed

they won't interview the people

who look like they're bereft

they quiet every riot at the billionaires' behest

dancing in the ballrooms

stifling our progress with every chance they get

cameras rolling at the met gala

crawling in the vipers' nest

slithering in their masks

all they need's the red death

the media made their bed

and which side they have chosen

isn't hard to guess

hidden fees for the press

swearing that they're free

confessing, more or less

if you get past all the paywalls

you can read 'til you're depressed

the ones who say they're on your side

get paid by the oppressors

to placate the oppressed

pacified and sleepy, the sheep believe they're blessed

cut yourself on other's halos

and stare at broken flesh

for every cup of blood you spill

the devil is impressed

not every spirit's willing to be a sell out or a shill

pushing products on the rest

influencers are a plague

a self-promoter is a pest

distressed by inner demons, obsessed with who's the best

troubled by the thoughts of others

tormented with regrets

their makeup hides their blemishes

sitting stiff in evening dress

they've whitened all their smiles

to match the walls and desks

talking heads, they blather on

looking like they're bodiless

donning badges with their gadgets

wearing teflon life vests

swimming in the chaos they created

they get paid to make a mess

asking easy questions that don't even need addressed

they won't interview the people

who look like they're bereft

they quiet every riot at the billionaires' behest

dancing in the ballrooms

stifling our progress with every chance they get

cameras rolling at the met gala

crawling in the vipers' nest

slithering in their masks

all they need's the red death

the media made their bed

and which side they have chosen

isn't hard to guess

the story of hercules

ain't about saving pretty women

if your loved one is in hell

then you have to go and get 'em

jumping into shadow, so much deeper than a well

it's a complicated system

there's a hierarchy

levels filled with subdivisions

the fires are sustained by all the unforgiven

but they can't touch or burn you

if you venture voluntarily, by your own volition

everyone is welcome there

you need only god's permission

i've been there many times

down the red road of perdition

performed the miracle of healing

now they think i'm a magician

people resurrect themselves

they just need a helping hand

one that doesn't judge them, without hidden criticism

and when they return to earth

they carry sacred visions

free to help their fellow man in any way they can

driven by a holly mission

then a fearlessness surrounds them

as they seek out the afflicted

whether victims of abuse

or of several addictions

i see them all a mile away, swimming in their indecision

wish i could help them all

but i'm limited by time and by my own conditions

premonitions in my dreams direct me where to go

then i wake to intuition

i admit that i used to just resist

for my ego and ambition

but i drained it from my veins

now all i do is listen

some might think that i'm an angel

but i'm much more down to earth

some say i have a gift, others say i have a curse

either way's the same to me

life's a work of art and i toil 'til it hurts

hell is just another place waiting deep beneath the dirt

some are privileged not to know it

but poets lack for luck

i'll gladly go to hell again

'cause i don't give a fuck

the story of hercules

ain't about saving pretty women

if your loved one is in hell

then you have to go and get 'em

jumping into shadow, so much deeper than a well

it's a complicated system

there's a hierarchy

levels filled with subdivisions

the fires are sustained by all the unforgiven

but they can't touch or burn you

if you venture voluntarily, by your own volition

everyone is welcome there

you need only god's permission

i've been there many times

down the red road of perdition

performed the miracle of healing

now they think i'm a magician

people resurrect themselves

they just need a helping hand

one that doesn't judge them, without hidden criticism

and when they return to earth

they carry sacred visions

free to help their fellow man in any way they can

driven by a holly mission

then a fearlessness surrounds them

as they seek out the afflicted

whether victims of abuse

or of several addictions

i see them all a mile away, swimming in their indecision

wish i could help them all

but i'm limited by time and by my own conditions

premonitions in my dreams direct me where to go

then i wake to intuition

i admit that i used to just resist

for my ego and ambition

but i drained it from my veins

now all i do is listen

some might think that i'm an angel

but i'm much more down to earth

some say i have a gift, others say i have a curse

either way's the same to me

life's a work of art and i toil 'til it hurts

hell is just another place waiting deep beneath the dirt

some are privileged not to know it

but poets lack for luck

i'll gladly go to hell again

'cause i don't give a fuck

tied up in the lies

caught up on the internet

hold onto your devices

why the fuck you isn't finished yet?

doing cartwheels in your feels

surprised by all the disrespect

where the hell you been?

cut yourself on sticks and stones that were thrown in insolence

this ain't a pretty picture: grown adults are little kids

crying tears behind their anger, whining with their wistfulness

your make up is insane and your masks are so ridiculous

who convinced you that you're ugly?

who supported your disfigurement?

slipping on an oil spill, falling slowly into debt

i can tell you get around, the way you disavow your innocence

spiders picking victims

they got options on their little webs

i fling them off my shoulder and flick 'em like a cigarette

dust to dust, these bitches extra salty

acidic like a vinaigrette

click your heels and flip your hair

traded in your angel wings for a tiny kitchenette

you love the smell of ashes

and the sour taste of triple sec

poisoning the well

i never liked its bitter scent

homeless people got an aura, they always seem indifferent

i don't place my faith in man

but i believe in immigrants

so-called patriots are fake

they're violent and belligerent

and the treachery we see, it isn't a coincidence

i'll never let it go and i'm not forgiving shit

they want you to believe that the women are afraid

and all the men are impotent

institutions are illusions

made of videos and images

designed with architecture

to display your insignificance

still got this little light of mine

and i'm sparking every filament

even though they try, they can't destroy your soul

'cause it's infinite

they've chained you at the wrists

but your mind is where the prison is

forget the letters and the digits

it's your emotions that are limitless

solitude is freedom, resting is legitimate

crowds are for the birds

and work is for the busy bees

who still don't get it yet

tied up in the lies

caught up on the internet

hold onto your devices

why the fuck you isn't finished yet?

doing cartwheels in your feels

surprised by all the disrespect

where the hell you been?

cut yourself on sticks and stones that were thrown in insolence

this ain't a pretty picture: grown adults are little kids

crying tears behind their anger, whining with their wistfulness

your make up is insane and your masks are so ridiculous

who convinced you that you're ugly?

who supported your disfigurement?

slipping on an oil spill, falling slowly into debt

i can tell you get around, the way you disavow your innocence

spiders picking victims

they got options on their little webs

i fling them off my shoulder and flick 'em like a cigarette

dust to dust, these bitches extra salty

acidic like a vinaigrette

click your heels and flip your hair

traded in your angel wings for a tiny kitchenette

you love the smell of ashes

and the sour taste of triple sec

poisoning the well

i never liked its bitter scent

homeless people got an aura, they always seem indifferent

i don't place my faith in man

but i believe in immigrants

so-called patriots are fake

they're violent and belligerent

and the treachery we see, it isn't a coincidence

i'll never let it go and i'm not forgiving shit

they want you to believe that the women are afraid

and all the men are impotent

institutions are illusions

made of videos and images

designed with architecture

to display your insignificance

still got this little light of mine

and i'm sparking every filament

even though they try, they can't destroy your soul

'cause it's infinite

they've chained you at the wrists

but your mind is where the prison is

forget the letters and the digits

it's your emotions that are limitless

solitude is freedom, resting is legitimate

crowds are for the birds

and work is for the busy bees

who still don't get it yet