Vow’s Over

Awkward
Not for me, I’m doing great
But clearly I’ve been sent like Adam’s serpent
A beacon of a symbolic nature
To test your attachment to the choices made thus far
Cos you’d love nothing more then pay close attention
To his cynical colouring of Colchester’s par course
But somebody keeps stealing your gaze
And not for the first time either; if I may be so bold
It’s torture for both parties involved

Suddenly the pastels of regret invade the pallet
Thinking about what butterfly effects could put me in his seat
I didn’t follow you to V-Bar that night
Thought I’d spare you from dealing with a tyke like me
But maybe that’s the excuse of a patchwork heart
If I applied the earplugs with abandon
And followed the direction of the beat
I’d of beaten you to the doorman, for sure

Whatever the reason for this pawn to D3 move
I feel it was a pivotal one to throw the entire game
Your still the greatest mystery in my life
And the ending could betray the previews
But the way, even on your way to exit this domain
Your surroundings couldn’t help but agitate your curiosity
You double take to make sure your recollection was accurate
As our eyes once again align in perfect axis
And the smiles we exchanged in tenths of a second
Was enough to make me believe in romance again
I promise if we ever occupy the same space once again
We’ll trade a few words too

Lnc0

Fatal Scenarios, Midst Daydream

The hideous prospect, constantly replaying
What if I up and faded away?
What if it were to happen today?
And I don’t mean visualize the worth of my life
The tears shed, the funeral they’d throw me
All the sweet things they’d say on the pulpit

I mean think of all the loosened threads
That’d lead to a point without an ending
No lessons learned, No glory gained
Unsavoury and unsatisfying to say the least
I’d walk out and their perception would be left intact
“The little shit head toerag, never good for owt”
Their vision will be immortalised for all time
That I didn’t have the talent to tie my shoelaces
I’d never get to see their stupid mugs
As I would slip form behind the smoke
Onto centre stage of a pristine coliseum
Like a prosecutor with the fingerprint results
It’s there in plain view, all the bias, all the bullshit
Trapped in your filter, distorting your view
Cos I’m standing a hell of a lot higher then you
To think of being late to THAT appointment
Courtesy of faulty brakes on a Ford Focus
Really materializes the time limit in my mind
I know these things take time, you gotta be patient
But these words can’t express how tragic it would be

If anything were to cut this story short

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Strats

A cacophony of cheers and guffaw
With the bare minimum of effort
The meek clashing pints with serial killers
Like rain drops falling and grass growing
Insane in the eyes of the sane
But they’re in triple digits, while I remain with the one
That makes me re-evaluate my odds
Who’s the truly mad one here?

I weigh up all the dialogue trees
It’s never just ‘Howdy, how’s it going?’
They take to your honey coated wingspan
And suddenly thugs and lords are banging at your door
It’s probably best to ferment in the void
Treat my free time like crown jewels
So they see my appearance like a Bigfoot sighting
Keep the invitations a V.I.P basis

Lnc0

Better And Better

The arches bend, the teacups break
Just who the hell are you?
As mist pours from below her hip huggers
Directing the audience to it’s source
So damn sure, so damn keen
The mark of a bloody wolf like you’ve never seen
I rub the back of my neck nostalgically
The wounds still sting a little from our time
Cherry picking the Adonis herd sulking at the back
The kind bred to be her perfect surrogate
To see the sequel in full force is a strange thing
I was once an equal, now I’m just small time
Do you stalk the lands for another challenger?
Or are you content squishing underlings with your heel?
Either way it’s clear the spectacle will take place
In another dimension to mine

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Intended Abstinence

It’s the wound I fashioned myself
From the knife I fashioned myself
A violent scroll through the system menu
As the lighthouse gaze shines my way
Your gorgeous and serene
Your tendency to loom shows your keen
We could step to a beautiful choreograph together
But the prospect is so sudden, so raw

My bags start to drag on the floor
Where phantoms and claws have prevented any rest
The GP’s notes on my file are getting longer
The list of substances taken is growing longer
That’s a lot for a Twisters regular to take on
When buried under Grungey Gary Model 2k16
I’ll excel beyond the mortal line sometime
But not yet, I’m not that well yet

Lnc0

The Lord Of The Flies And Aspergers

Your jaws stuck a gape, your mango frappe’s on the floor
All cos I took a strangers exchange, like a fly on honey
My way of camouflage, it’s unlike anything you’ve seen
Though undoubtedly in my blood, it’s invisible to the naked eye

You say I’m just like them
As the mirage colours your perception too
You think I’m nothing like you
But remember the illusion is never real

You stalk close, binoculars and notepad in hand
Demanding I whisper, the secrets into your ears
You want to blend, not to contrast so much
Despite the paint on your face, they’ll never mistake you
Because in just a moments time, when glass and floor collide
The facade will fail, and collapse on itself

You say you wanna be like them
As the poison colours your perception too
You think you can be like them too
But remember the illusion can’t ever be real

Blessing or a curse?
To be pushed into the category by society
Only to take to it like oil on water
If I didn’t learn to emulate, I’d be dead you see?
I’m really like them ey? But none of that’s me
It’s not the cure to loneliness, like you believe it to be

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