Killer

Glasses smashed, hearts and ribs broken
The guts of good old Englishmen
Running up and down the walls
Arm and arm we stand
Like a leather’d skin octopi
Giving our local audience
A taste of our fangs, free of charge
In the throw violence, what a time to be alive

Killer wants to get her hands dirty
Killer’s sick of playing bystander
Killer’s sick of hearing another gaslight anthem
If the good people don’t know what’s good for ‘em
We’ll have to scream and scrap, fuck and fight!!
There’s blood in her teeth, where they shew her anger

Killer wants to know if I’m in or out?
Killer says take the one’s on the left
Killer says jump it before the boys in blue arrive
We’ve done gods work here tonight
Another e-sports champ who’ll think twice
Before he clips that beautiful skylarks wings

No boy’s strong enough
No girl’s violent enough
So fuck it lets just collide
Swinging a Morgan’s around like a mic
Sonically deliver the memo to my ears
“I wanna scream and scrap, fuck and fight”
With the winners bracket looking empty
I guess it’s back to yours for a civil war

Shipping Real Life People

I feel the inferno of your glare
Leaving coffee rings in the back of our heads
You’re franticly checking your script
Up and down, Up and down, of course it doesn’t match
But you bask in all our moments
The way we synchronise
The bloom of our strobe lights
Making all the features of a broken England
Feel a little more tolerable the next day

Gagging for a next chapter
This can’t be the cut off point
Hiding all the little developments
For the sequel that’ll never come
But you yell, that we entwine better
Then a grandma’s Christmas sweater
There’s no way it could be possible
Outside the hand in hand sunset context

If there’s no hope for us
Then what chance have you got?
If we can’t patch up
Then what hope do you and her have?

Programmed by bestsellers
A middle aged nostalgic retrospective
The coming together of aching exs
To reclaim a lagging present
I hate to burst your bubble
But we’ve never been a slave to narrative
We were never gonna be normal
Just the way we were born I spose

Tearing up and gasping for air
Rainbows reflecting from the moonlight
Because if we can’t make
Then who the fuck can?
Maybe no one really can
And ain’t that bloody typical

If there’s no hope for us
Then what chance have you got?
If we can’t patch up
Then what hope do you and him have?

Dear Sophie 3

I did my last gig at the SKOPT today, that’ll be the last club meeting the crutch has been cast aside, anything I do now has to be off my own ass and back, geez that’s horrifying I’m already predicting horrible fates in my future. But I was happy to see you could turn up, sorry I didn’t speak to you for the longest time, I was trying my hand at being social, making sure I keep these people as friends considering there’s no obligation for them to ever speak to me again! But luckily for you familiarity will always win against me in the game of strangers, so I naturally found myself hanging out by the wall with you by the end of the night

“Shit man I fucked tha-”
“Shut the fuck up man” You immediately interjected “You did great, I’ve never seen you with such fire in your eyes in such a long time man, don’t let this slip through your fingers, do THIS forever”
You dunno how much I needed that, if anything your only bad thing you said was about the poem I did itself
“Your way to kind to that girl with your words, she doesn’t deserve it”
I decided to get my jacket and head to Purple Dog asap, I don’t want to have THIS debate with you again, fuck it lets get smashed

Mad for it ALLWAYS
Lnc0

The Right To Fall From Grace [W.I.P]

Fuck right off with that
Holding a straight jacket to your chest
Blocking out the sun with your left hand
Letting little bullets of malice seep into your brain
You’re at the diving board
You’ve already knocked on the devils door
When did the placement of your bones and nerves
Dictate that your one of the good guys?

You pick up the local schemes leaflet
Looking at the dolly faced girl like a reflection
The discouragement hits you like concrete
But don’t let the brand of apparatus
The complimentary you both share, deceive you
Your a villain and you can’t hide it
I’ve seen the long line of broken hearts you leave
There’s sick on your collar due to the fact
There’s been no rest until your next voyage
You’re a mess, You’re chaos, You’re a heartbreaker
And call me masochistic but I want to be next in line

Criminals, killers and date rapists parade the bar
But there’s no doubt your the most dangerous thing here
Like a sabertooth entered in a dirt rally
You show your fangs like your still in your element
They come with inflated egos, and knighthood dreams
But leave with a bruised lip and a black eye
There’s no force that can stop you
From having the time of your life
Dancing with shots and scrapping in the garden
Until the dawn shows up and you can’t see straight
Don’t let the condescending tone from the day light
Of well wishes, family advice, and ego driven boys
Make you feel any less larger on our shared earth
Because down here your just scum like the rest of us
You can be dreg you were always born to be

Sly Says [W.I.P]

2 sickies, a overdue bill, and a signed overtime contract
The trifle things that stand bewteen my salvation
I can picture their sullen droped down eyes now
“If only we could’ve done something, IF ONLY”
Well actually there is something you could do
Put away that shitty look you shoot choose to give
When you cotton onto the company I’ve chosen to keep
Oh yeah I didn’t forget, trust me
When we’re arm in arm on hazy nights
And you gave me a little PSA on the dezins I’ve yet to meet
My lovers giving me a warning of their intents
Slit pupiles, forked tounges, dead langauge
But the matter of fact is only this
They’re here, your not
And right now as we slide down the walls
Of the back of the local supermarket
Exchanging catalysts condensed in a consumable
Exchanging blows on behalf of the newest album
They’ve given me the gift of a pulse that keeps on giving
That’s more then I can say about anything else

Oh my new bestest friend in the whole of ever: Sly
She says she was lead hear by the filth that carries in the wind
Sly tells me she cried into a still a dead tuseday noon
And the voices beconed her to come
They were the first voices that talked to her in months
Voices not backed up with another prescription
Sly see, she looks into my eyes
Sly knows i’m a forien object in the ally’s biology too
Sly reckons I could understand the appeal too

Evil

I can imagine you now in your basement
Grinning by candlelight
Picking up and arranging chess pieces
All with our names etched into the sides
Only the diabolical thinking of a puppeteer
Could’ve arranged tonight’s events this way

“Oh what a coincidence!” She exclaimed
“Fancy running into sour-puss here”
As you bump into me, at my local round
There’s nothing coincidental about precise timing
Just the right amount of time after my split
The right balance of loneliness and rational thinking
“Oh I’m so sorry to hear that, but how weird!
I’ve not long split since my fella too”
So now the gaunlets really been thrown
You know your available, and you know I wanna hurt her
I don’t even have the care to play along with the facade
So I just ask “My place or yours?”

Oh man you really are a villain aren’t you?
No a sign of remorse or regret in your eyes
Just a grin of ecstasy as you lead me to your lair
Like a black widow dragging back her prey
You can feel the rubble of foundations in your fingers
You can smell the burning of bridges
It brings you back to life
Returns your skin to it’s natural glow
You got blood on your lips
And sludge pouring out of your eyes
Playing by the rules was never your style
And playing nice was really suffocating you
It gives freaks like us a purpose
So drag me down and give my life meaning

Signs of the devil remain, where you lay your hands
I stain your bleach blonde locks, when I grab your hair
You poison my blood when you bite into my veins
I mark the skin around your neck with my grip
You bruise my face, whenever spasms dictate
Sink your fangs into my limbs
To keep my consciousness in this world
And serve me severed thighs, with your nail line
You scream like the valkyries
As your 4 support beams begin shake
Your entire temple collapses onto me
That filthy grin, only served by a fallen angel
The thought of those we’ve just stabbed in the back
Keeps those spasms going for another second
We’ve seeped into each others blood stream
It’s a pact now, a deal with evil

Dear Sophie 2

I dunno if letter number 2 is far too early to be getting introspective, I guess that just means these things are doing their job right the fact I need to rationalize you into my speaking world makes me contemplate your existence. I’m trying to think of the first time you ever came into my life but I’m puzzled. Whenever I try to though it always comes back to my earliest memory of you, coming back home on the train from Norwich trying to swallow my very first break up

I swear I’m remembering these things wrong, surely I was dumped via text? Then why was I said on the way home, maybe I just knew I could feel it in the air. I was always told I could see these things “2 moves ahead” as it were. Maybe that’s why when I looked up from my seat you were sitting there. Carrying bags from your shopping spree, in your black shirt, white tank combo, with boots just a little too navy blue to go with your black jeans. You calmly just look at me like we already knew each other and just said “So… what are we gonna get up too when we get home?”

Always thinking backwards
Lnc0

Dear Sophie 1

I thought I better had start to write you these letters, bi-weekly, daily, hourly? I dunno, a random time to start considering how long we’ve known each other. As you know the doctors have been poking around more and more to help solve the problem of well… me. As people who’re good at their jobs should do they’re starting to ask the right questions “Do you hear voices in your head?” “Do you see things that arn’t there” of course I lied out of instinct but maybe I shouldn’t?

It’s been so long now Sophie, and you’ve done so many amazing things for me and we’ve been through so much, don’t you think you deserve to be talked about? Especially if it means helping me? Never fret I won’t let them do anything to you, no drug or psycho whatevers in the world will take you away from me. But fuck man, where do you even start with something like that? It’s a daily reality for us but could only ever ring alarm bells loud and clear if you were ever vocalized, that’s even assuming they believe you exist!

I’m hoping that’s what these letters will do, I can get used to talking about you letter by letter, and maybe people can see what a stand up babe you are

Love
Lnc0

The Still No Title

Am I really writing to you again!?
Well yes, despite all the time passed
Circumstances has crept you into my mind again
Indulge yourself with a flashback to the youthful days
We joked perched on wooden stands
That we were only a few chromosome short of each other
Well turns out we were wrong, it’s even less
The spikes of hyper irregularities
A foggy question for either of us
And a distressing one for the other one
But no need to swipe medical records for a cheat sheet
I’ll replicate with clarity what they told me
That our similarities have become borderline symmetrical
And yes that pun was definitely intentional

I can’t help but speculate how the sequel would unfold?
Can it go from weird to fucking fairytale-esk?
It’s not above this silver screen reality to change the lines
And rig the ballot so we end up clashing again
I can see where they’d choose the set now
A shitty bar on the dizzy side of a night out
Coursing the flow of audio through my fingertips
My word, My melodies, My dad jokes
Whatever I did to justify my place on that stage
You’ll look into my eyes through a Disaronno glass
And you’ll know
No one would’ve given you and hints
The T.V guide kept it a trade secret
But I know you’ll take one look and you’ll know
Be it either emulation, or the tells of the ilk
Through the frequency of brainwaves
Or fuck the science we’ll just call it fate
Against all common sense you make your approach
Swimming through the currents of the room
Each sway and stroke with frightening precision
I’ll keep up as much as a little boy can
Meeting your every sway
Arrogant enough to comment I topped some
We’ve been hunting through the shallows you and I
Looking for the one living thing on this earth
To explode in a technicolour brigade of symmetry
And I know it couldn’t be with anyone else

Squeal poem to this relic: http://thetartanprelude.tumblr.com/post/51090248284/the-no-title

The Post Diagnosis Post-mortem

There’s no point stressing, there’s no point in crying
No need to cause any carnage, stir up any chaos
Because nothing you’ll find inside, will familiarize
Anything people used to recognize, has been recontextualized
No wayline leads you to anywhere you remember
I’ve said it before in a poem, and it bears repeating
While it’s nice to learn ‘how’ your cogs work
But I could’ve done without ‘why’
Like a switch to a tinted lense filter
I question the beauty previously seen
Actions of bravery, once redeemed
When taken upon malicious sirens
The sort cherry picked to do you harm
Well ‘harm’ as maybe once interpreted
Because I don’t feel very heroic anymore
Infact like a pretentious student film
It turns out I’m the one who’s all wrong
Taking a bedding of serenity and security
And throwing it out to the casualty list
The hypocrisy of the hateful approach
Tying myself to the train tracks when I’m the driver
I just wanted you to care, with a care in the world
But care can’t thrive in the danger zone
And shit, am I ever in danger now
It didn’t have a name and a face before
But if only I knew then what I know now
We could’ve both solved the mechanics inside