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I wish to never have never had eyes filled with hate Forced to concede and feed at the beckoning in history's wake Surrendering all to the choices I have yet to make I can only opt to wallow amongst the faceless or die You must know my name By now we share the same fate For if not, at the least the same face? Teeth bared in a desperate attempt  To deny what can only be ours with eyes and mouth wide Titled, polished, generalized and unkempt As the beacon shines on our backs through t...

So yeah, I'm military, a soldier, an elite of society if you will, yeah right. Anyway, I'm getting a divorce, it's now official I have 2 baby mamas who cannot support themselves or their own independent decisions to have kids so they're going to drag me kicking and screaming for every dollar I've got. But focus for just a second on this, I'm not mad about the money, and I don't know why, at first money was the most important thing, but now it's not, the most important thing to me was my free ...

I'm looking for a late night visitor Somebody I can call on any time of the night I'm looking for a late night visitor Somebody to come by and hold me tight I'm looking for a late night visitor Somebody that actually cares about me I'm looking for a late night visitor Yes oh yes that is what I need [Chorus] I'm looking for a late night late night I'm looking for a late night late night I'm wanna have a late night late night I'm gonna have a late night late night [2nd verse] I'm looking for a ...

Once again I have left you within the wrong impression With no failures of exquisite nature to flatter you, As it is only you who may approach misled arrogance In your unphased state of tasteless grace. And does not the fragile white liquid Of melted masks run through your porcelin veins? For you are just another day In my summer of common beauty. Beauty if fulfilled? Alas, it may never be............. Beautiful. For I say unto you now the lost perils Of incoherent romantic nothings That you ...

I’m laying face down on a ground unknown to me before dragging my hands in with my elbows up as I attempt to press up against my own weight to alleviate the pressure on my lungs. I feel like a dead frog on a cold plate of asphalt. I must have blacked out for a few seconds. I can feel the flesh of my face press-cushioned over loose gravel. With the smell of wet concrete resonating in my nostrils with the quick breath I take in to deal with not the taste but rather the feel of blood pooling in ...