The Spark -The First Movement-

The 9-5 method of preservation
Just to fund the monthly sink to hasten the decay
As he whispers cynical realities into your ears
Clip the wings, petrify the soul
So escape seems impossible
So settling seems inevitable
Cos if you could fly away
Then we all could escape the loop
And the notion of effort couldn’t repulse him more
So he jots down a script, time to dose the fire

But channel out the equalisers
Your destiny was always to become The Spark
Soar into the second reality
Become the lighting rod to power us all
To make our plasma supercharged
Break free of the confines
Taste our dreams resting upon our tongues
We’ve put more stock into you then is healthy

But The Spark’s duty comes at a cost
Especially in front of the malicious kind
Who need to be the top of their podiums
They’re content with moulding into the tarmac
They can’t have you excelling at all
Not at the risk of smelting their gold into bronze

So they’ll tell you anything they can
Show you a descending ladder into crystals
And then they’ll ‘Welcome you to reality’
Then if you start to ascend that ladder
You become ‘The Idiot’ you become ‘The Retard’
Turn the world into the hopeless one

If only you could see the grace in you, that we do
That you’re potential incarnate
The working class heroine the snake pit deserves
You gotta show us a world where it’s possible
To escape the blindfold of the abuse cycle
Deleting the failsafe installed at birth
That we have to take the very little we can get
That safety comes at cost of your entire life
None of us want to believe any of that’s true
I know for a fact you don’t wanna think that’s true

So come on XXXXXX you can’t fall here now
Your lowly doppelgängers just want to believe
Because if it’s all hopeless and you fall here now
Then I’ll pull the fucking trigger

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You’re Speaking Too Honestly

You can see the gaps in my bones
The moss over my eyes, the salamander’s tongue
But it’s never enough for you people
You need to hear the bone snap in two
See the plasma try and escape the vein
And even then you take it to a debate
“Anyone could’ve installed that mindset
Treated your body like a flesh eating virus
For such a prolonged period, that you believe it too”
It could’ve been anyone, but no one’s as cruel as you people

Every cough is an attack
Every wince is an implication
“If you truly pine for our love; expire quietly
People may be looking, and I don’t feel responsible today”
When can a gash be an accident?
When is anything aloud to just be bad luck?
Or to even imply malicious intent?
Maybe every dinner wasn’t a golden lobster?

How far do I have to go to get some cunting sympathy?
Tear my ribs open from the outside
Show you every inch of my cellular structure
Just to prove it’s not a flesh eating virus destroying me?
Content with cheering and throwing fish into the tank
When the cat-tails exclusively indulged in Flagellant acts
But after the lens have been applied, and I suggest culprits
“Well now your taking this moaning thing too far”

Thanks for the affirmation
That blood only acts as a deterrent
The gag, the constrictor, the reveal
To keep me still, make me quiet
Tear the arteries open
Then get that cancer out of me

“I would feel empathy as all humans do
But here you see is my dilemma
To gain humanity now could shed a bad light
On the absent mind of my previous interactions
So sadly I’m gonna have to abstain from shedding a tear
And I hope you don’t mind me avoiding your trainwreck carcass”

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Boy Band/Pop Star No.1 Hit: Disected

Oh social manners are such a bore
And like hell will anxiety let me break them
But how else could I ever manage
To incite a conversation with you?

Everytime we lock eyes
On the concrete battle felid
My guts being to pulverise
As the heart starts to evacuate via the mouth
My legs convulse and die
My eyes ejaculate and explode

I just want to cry all the time
As my spine bends over backwards
As my ribs crack into a ball
To save the soul from overflow
You bring the snoot to my face
And the shakes to my brain
How can I escape the torture?
How can I get you to speak to me?

I’ll do anything to speak to you
I’ll kill to speak to you
If I put a gun to my head would you talk to me
I’m gonna fucking die if I don’t speak to you

Guuuuuuuurrrrrrrrrrrlllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll

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BBQ At Mine Tonight

You love me so much
When their are girls to impress
I’m your only baby
When their are girls to impress
You never wanna let me go
When their are girls to impress
You wanna tell them about us
When their are girls to impress
You actually like my friends
When their are girls to impress
My laugh doesn’t annoy you
When their are girls to impress
It’s me and you fffoooorreevvveerrr
When their are girls to impress
You imply stuff about my dick
When their are girls to impress
You can’t wait to fuck in the toilets
When their are girls to impress
It’s all fucking bollocks
When their are girls to impress

‘Cos when their are no girls around
You look at me like a pile of vomit

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Time To Split

Like the aging mutt I feel we’re in this together
Born and bred, said with a degree of self awareness
But no doubt with authentic pride
So it pains me to have to suggest a stalking faction

I know it could creep into the territory of a creep
But it’s hard to not flick back into the memories
Hand in hand with the most beautiful girl yet
With staring contests through the grass blades
Story book scenes that linger till your in the rocking chair
In danger of being lost forever

I’m running out of friends
I’m running low on romance
Summer dates walking by the bank
Like tugging fossils from the soil
They say you can’t quantify those feelings
But it feels like the minerals are mined dry

Maybe the old shoes don’t fit like they used too
I’m a stranger in my own town
Maybe they all just got the same call
The soil itself crying out for their presence
Did they ever find the nostalgia they craved
Or did something otherworldly replace it?

I guess my hungers pretty low
Coos I’m content with a repeat bitesize
Just another pair of eyes to stare into
Another set of lips to lock with
Nostalgia’s in danger of degrading further
Into the realm of the forgotten
A distress call to preserve the feeling
Maybe in another land someone’ll pick up the phone

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She Paints

She paints, but there’s not much else to her
Least nothing she could find
No peak as you bypass the skin
No shocks when you feel the neuro
She paints, that much is certain
But what hooks could that provide?

She paints, but who else does?
And even when they do too
That’s no basis for a connection
She paints, but not like they do

She paints, but it’s the origin of isolation
“I’ve suplexed 9 condo’s into the lava
Then saved 6 magical girls from Satan
Before making my 3rd million at poker
But enough about me, what have you been up to?”
She paints, but that’s all she ever does

She paints, as she lets life pass her by
Absent from the pub
Absent from the gigs
Absent from the work due
And they all know where she is
No matter what the last minute text says
She paints, as she cowers from the window
She paints, but swallow regret all the while

She paints, when there’s no one around
No one can make the coffee date
“My misses has the day off work”
No one can join the shopping day
“My boyfriend wants to watch some movie”
She paints, but she has to wonder
Would it be so frequent with someone at her side?

She paints, she paints, she paints
She paints, the whole world away

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Fragile

There’s only so many times you can ignore
The little warning signs pulsating under your skin
The skipped beats, the little tremors and aches
That doesn’t mean I’m not gonna give it a try though
Hands over the ears, and the neurons
Running on performance specs from decades gone
Nothings gonna stop me from having fun
The spirit is willing, The soul is willing
But I’m willing to bet
It’s all due to collapse any second

Another round down during the next gig night
I’ll whisper in your ear all the things I’m gonna do
The velocity of youth still regulates in us all
But on my way out an objection creeps in
The shades turn Rouge, Ruby and Cinnabar
My legs unfold and constrict
I reset my stature with every twitch
“NOT THIS AGAIN, NOT NOW!”

I can’t even keep up with my own fabrication
The after image has overtook on the inside
Despite how I smirk or pose it can’t be denied
My bodies giving way to my limits
The man can never shape up with the myth
Another flutter in my chest as I protrude the mucus
How ever I came into the scene
I’m leaving as a mockery of the human form

“NO!” I fucking screech out
As I claw my way up the pavement
Blood trickling down my grip
As I tremble I grasp out into the air
To grab expression to fuel me
To grab a friend to help me
To grab a lass to love me
Anything to claw my way back to the living

My breathings heavier, my feet are collapsing
My ribs protrude further into my chest
Stab deeper into my lungs, hampering arteries
I’m coughing up something new everyday
The shell has failed me again
The bloody things one job it had
To spike the interest of the onlookers
Now they’ve gathered to see a corpse crumble
“Don’t just fucking gawk love
Slap the mirrors from your eyes
And help me up yeah?
My insides are begging to emigrate”

And I merge with the scene
Smelling of lynx and asphyxiation
The rise and fall of respiration
Transpire again and again
It may be too late for me
I may of wasted my time in self bondage
My primes passed me by
And I’m struggling to stay awake
Let alone be anyone’s best use of time
Let alone stave of a worthless title

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Value Of Worth

I could never impress you
No matter the accolade or goal post
It couldn’t even give a millimetre of a raise
Must be boring to hear any of it

But sometimes we forget the world
When we’re keen to chalk down the self
To statistics and levels
Like picking out puppies in the pen

A giggle and a nod
That’s all it came down too
Not what I said but how it was said
That’s how I earned the lean in
And when I think about it
That’s how you hooked onto my heart

And suddenly all the lifetime achievements
Feel like finger paintings on the fridge
Compared to making you laugh
Making you smile through the tears
When you lurk around the outskirts
It’s evident a good feelings all we seek

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So Are You Just… About Now?

I just wanna swarm you like paparazzi
Cos I got so many questions to relay on to you
When exactly did you come back around?
To roam the streets and to haunt my beats?
But like a Sirens hiding the Kraken beneath her seas
Those sparkling head lights still make me weak at the knees

Could I hit the roulette on lucky 13?
And be graced with the report that you still remember me
The smile you flash as you scan my way
Implies your memory hasn’t progressed another day

Your glitz, your sleaze, the perfection of your tease
Your lips, Your curls, my minds on a downward twirl
The way you add class to every damn place
Are you sure your still of the human race?

You’ll be at awe of the abysmal excuse I’ll use
When I’ll relay a love note, with the digits I swore I’d lose
The time you’ve cameoed in my life has been slight
But now nostalgia’s grip on the synapse is tight

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Before Her Time

Eyes as blank as the first semester canvas
Waiting for context to give ‘em colour
She’s wasting away in a half price deck chair
In the cage where dust fuses with dust
Spit collects in her mouth
Tears collect in her eyes
Momentum can’t cease this soon she thinks
She’s gotta have a few years yet till Ragnarök

She chisels hieroglyphics into her skin
So she can stay as a historical landmark
To remind the world she’s to be preserved
To inspire a committee before she’s lost her youth

Slinking through the pavement, under the fire of stares
But what does it even mean?
When like gargoyles in the heart of Paris
The embody the idea of being alive
The fast claws away at her life force
Down her throat and between her legs
Can anyone look at that collection of marble
Like a Tate modern tenant, just lost in the wild
Statistically that’s ridiculous, clearly they will
But when conversion is a thing of the past
The frost reaching the womb, dictates perception

Comparison can only thrive in this crater
How can she make the seals clap again
With the hypnotism hitting their eyes
In a way only the one possessed by Eros could
Fill the pigments with a hot pink grip
Before turning blood red from the tears of heartbreak
Emulating winces and frowns
In the sceptical that only youth allows

Only a year has gone by
And the visage remained beautiful
So what happened?
Why do the seas remain calm?
These eyes that used to grip their gaze
Dead
These legs that would be traced with their tongues
Dead
The tights that would interrupt their thoughts
Dead
The origin point of the nutrients that would invigorate
Dead
The whole world has died around her
And she’s lost all life as a result
The earth has forgotten her as time thrives
A glacier victim to decay, at just 24
No eyes will objectify her ever again
What a fate for one, which solitude only brings danger

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