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

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