Not My Home To Demolish

If you un-fastened the straps on our mind
Then you’d see neither of our intentions are righteous
You can drop the nice guy bollocks now
No good boy sulks around this part of town

I got personality painted demons to quell
Plus another night of suicide to postpone
And I’ve been where you are now too many times
I’d recognize that shit eating grin you wear on anyone

I don’t know what she did to incur your wrath
But I hope it cuts her up inside
When you print a molar shaped insignia
Right on the showcase angel that is my neck
I hope the bridges you were aiming for get burned
As you cup the silhouette around my breast
And I hope you start to feel sick
When you look upon my glorious disease
Inside your bedsheet the next morning
And you realise the gravity of what you’ve done

And the gravity of the devil you’ve now committed with

I Never Thought I Could Say It And Mean It

No time for concern
No time for solace
Too busy with bathing in your flower bed
No windows in inhaling family matters
No gaps in soaking up romantic rewards
No pauses in revealing in your network

Here’s to the loneliest week of my life
No one’s got the time to check around
Under their boots, behind the sofa
For those of us without units
No friends to share a drink with
No family to send well wishes
No lovers to wake up with
Nobody at all on Christmas day

This has become the loneliest time of year
The isolation has turned me
Into a holiday special villain
I can say without doubt for the first time

I fucking hate Christmas

Lnc0

The Drunken Statment [W.I.P]

When the hunger escalates into a roar
All the fellow young ears start to perk
Spurned on by the illusion of a lovers ultimatum
The age fiction is over, let the hunger scream

Cos I’m young, free and innovative
Hexing Unagreable angles into a renaissance
None of you will know the alterations
As you gaze on my flawed image with awe

Cos we’re young, free and uncanny
And we won’t invigorate ourselves
So plug your thumbs into my neuro-network
And create a deva among deities

Lnc0

There’s No Point To This Poem, There’s Nothing To Gain, It Can Only Do Damage By Existing Right Here, And Yet I Can’t See Any Way Around It Exisiting

You only ever acknowledge me when you need help
You only come round when your boys mad at you
Your objectively an awful person, yeah I know
But I can’t help but take a few more lashes
Cos you’ve got your claws around my beating chest
It may pass hands, but it’s your name inscribed inside

I’m always gonna be here for you
And I’d be damned if you reciprocate what you receive

Despite the pantomime I put on
I’ve never loved any less as the days pass
And worry has crystallised distress
My heart drops another foot
When you wander into the headlights
You do it every bloody time I take my eyes off you

I’m always gonna be here for you
And I’d be damned if you reciprocate what you receive

If I mega-morphed into a giant golden,
Caricature of myself, with all crafts perfected
Then that wouldn’t cover even 1%,
Of the criteria I’d need to deserve you

I’m always gonna be here for you
And I’d be damned if you reciprocate what you receive

It cuts years of my life span to see you weep
To see the world, the fuck boys attack you so
There’s only so much a bystander can do
Is it my purgatory to see you die 1,000 times
In front of my very eyes
Like Caesar in the coliseum sittings

I’m always gonna be here for you
But christ man how much is this going to go on for?
If reciprocating my love is the only way out of this cycle
Then I’m going to exit stage right, and turn a blind eye

Lnc0

Paranoia Blues

Be it the oxygen count or the chemtrails in my tea
But the paranoia’s creeping above it’s climax
I could regulate with mental stimuli any day you like
Except today’s the day I met the love of my life

Constantly wrestling with the grit in her teeth
An attitude as rotten as summers milk on xmas
Stenched with a coalition of an underbellies delight
Everything I could ask for in a lovers highlight

She brings me over to ask for the time
While surrounded by Dahli’s Compilation
There’s been no excuse weaker, adorably see through
She takes my paw to administer a mixtape disco
Each drip of audio more familiar then the last
Bit-crushes her sways into technicolour video

Her whispers hints
Her yelps imply
And by the time we’re collapsed on someone’s acre
Met by the silver lined abstract above
Her confession reveals all
As we make physical calculations
She wraps around any semblance of form
Tells me she never wants to orbit another
Ah if only I wasn’t convinced it was all a lie

Is there any interaction as misleading as conversation
Everyone’s carrying a hunger on their backs
Everyone’s got a profit margin to hit
All in my packs is a lump of scars
So even when my love peeps into my eyes
The only conclusion present; is that it’s all a lie

Lnc0

The Attitude Towards Pain

The worst nights aren’t the one’s
Where your sobbing into your blanket
Over a collection of your favourites songs
It’s the one’s where just shrug it off
Unable to bring up any kind of emotion
“No surprise, girls will be girls, boys will be boys”
When so much aching’s rollercoasting around you
That you can’t cope with living any other way
Living with that overflowing contentment
It’s like a spoon full of Cavonia for your cough
Pain stops becoming inconvenient
And becomes inevitable

I’ve never thought of it so bleak before
But as I’m coming up to act of my 20’s
I’ve got to sit down and ask honestly
Can I ever find love before I hit the grave?

Lnc0

Liiiiike, What’s The Word? [W.I.P]

Fuck off is too harsh
Bug off is a little clean
Piss off is quite mean
Get off is too obtuse

What do I say to someone like you?
Who tippy toes
On Channel 4 exclusive fairy tales
With your eyes shut

Twat doesn’t imply your sweet touch
Angel ignores your stubborn nature
Idiot for goes that you planned it this way
Evil hints at an intent you’re incapable of

My friends are way to critical
But I was way too lenient
Is there no word to strike that balance
For what you gave me, then took back

Do I just steal one to be artsy?
Tell you too Kiss Off
Tell you to Fade Away
Tell you to Flock Off
Or go back on what I said with Fuck Off?
There’s just no word

Or do I get descriptive and say
“Go suck on the pride you earnt
Until your teeth go rotten”
…But what the fuck does that even mean?

You y’know what? I’m giving this too much thought
So I’ll leave you with this

“Kiss my ass, cos you’ll be missing it before long”

Lnc0

THE Look (W.I.P)

It’s always at the festive time of year
Do the jokers just wait till now to be dealt out?
Just a jack of Christmas shopping in my hand
The he goes ahead and gives me THAT!?

A flashback or two brushing me by
Weather from two years, two months
Or hell even two seconds ago
Despite existing on different times and context
There’s one thing that binds them all
And it’s they all feel the need to whip out that look
Not even by choice, as if something compels them
As they skirt on by in and out my life

Weather I loved them
Weather I used them
Weather I adored them
Weather I loathe them
Weather I’d beg them back
Weather I’d take a plane to get away
No matter what
That look prevails

But what It means I’ll never know
Does it mean you wanna stop me
And ask me if it’s going okay?
Or is it the fear I’d do the same
Is it roar to keep my distance
Or a way to beckon me near
Did you recognize me from the get go?
Or did it take you a second or two?

It always feels like it’s more then the face
What’s brought you all back again?
Have I got a lesson to learn
Or are you vindication I’ve already learnt it?

Lnc0

Mr. Mercy [W.I.P]

Mr. Mercy tell me why
You not letting them girls go out
Mr. Mercy tell me why
Why you not letting them see their friends
Mr. Mercy tell me why
Why you shooting her dreams down
Mr. Mercy tell me why
Why you saying she’s losing her mind
Mr. Mercy tell me why
Why you getting mad when she put her foot down
Mr. Mercy tell me why
Why you only apologise when she tires to go
Mr. Mercy tell me why
Why you crying when they leave you alone
Mr. Mercy tell me why
Why you getting scared when a girl gets ideas
Mr. Mercy tell me why
Why you getting nervous when she talks to her friends
Mr. Mercy tell me how
She treats you like fucking dirt
Especially that one time she had the nerve
To be asked to be spoken to like a fellow human being

Mr. Mercy tell me why
Why you shocked when they go
Mr. Mercy tell me why
Why you slur their name afterwards
Mr. Mercy tell me why
Why you think everyone else is insane
Mr. Mercy tell me why
Why you think your never to blame
Mr. Mercy tell me why
Why you saying their behaviours wrong
Mr. Mercy tell me why
Why you saying that yours is okay
Mr. Mercy tell me why
Why you got to see it as an attack
Mr. Mercy tell me why
Why you never seem humans in them girls
Mr. Mercy tell me why
Why you never see an eye for an eye
Mr. Mercy tell me why
Why you never see a tooth for a tooth
Mr. Mercy tell me why
Why you feed on them like vampires
Mr. Mercy tell me why
Why you fuck them like it’s required
Mr. Mercy tell me why you think
Your anymore then a child out of it’s crib
Painting your cries as for love and affection
When you really wish they’d just be obedient

Mr. Mercy let me tell you why
You gotta live this why:

Cos who the fuck would want a fucking cancer like you otherwise!?

My Mind Can Conjure Up A Better Girlfriend Or Boyfriend Then Any Of God’s Creations Ever Could

Nothing triggers the Ifrit inside
Quite like a generous slice of the lad pie
Trading sniggers and glances
Over your carefully constructed apparel
“Hey I spend hours on this jacket”
Counterstriking busy hands
One left with a broken finger, a black eye
The steams literally coming of your back

You come out back to cool down
That’s the excuse you tote out anyways
You can tell I haven’t had the greatest time
It’s not their fault in the slightest
Just not a lot a non-member can contribute
I know you wouldn’t let that fly for a second
You come in for the crane method
And perfect the constricting sensation
You secure a fire escape out of the joint
That’s so thoughtful of you, because girls like you don’t exist

I can’t vacate in quite this instance
I have to let the old mast know I’m on my way out
In fact he already senses it as he comes swooping in
There was no reason for him to make an appearance tonight
Or in fact any night, save for one common thread
Does he wait for my ballot before he makes his choice?
Judging by our immaculate way we put the world to rights
I wouldn’t blame him, we’d sell tickets if we could

And at the sight of a ping on his device
A bulletin of another overseas produce
With an unpronounceable name is coming to our shores
They must’ve thought someone malicious
Let of firecrackers down your rear end
The way you jack hammered out at smokers
Then go frigid once you remembered your public location
That’s so adorable you, because boys like you don’t exist