too dame poor

 

I try to be frugal

I don’t spend beyond means

hard as I try I can’t get ahead

every month I end up in the red

stealing from this to pay that instead

I have nothing fancy

Hell, have barely a thing

needs and wants walk a very fine line

difficult choices all of the time

for me to survive I turn to crime

taking just what I need

like food and toiletries

my survival depends on stealing

you can’t imagine the feeling

this sort of life isn’t appealing

my Bills are overdue

nor penny to my name

I get frustrated with finances

pay what i can taking my chances

who cares about my circumstances

struggling every day

once a month I get paid

do what I can with a little luck

takes forever to save a few bucks

happens all the time It fucken sucks

who'd of thunk

at first I was taken aback

I was hungry, needed a snack

please excuse my sudden out burst

I was taken aback at first

red and bloody eat it raw

I grasped at it with teeth and claw

mouth went dry eyes all a muddy

eat it raw red and bloody

me a cannibal who'd of thunk

raw fresh meat makes me drunk

like in the wild a savage animal 

who's of thought me a cannibal

Twisted Thoughts

 

Twisted thoughts inside my head

painted in shades of black and red

where silence is never heard

haunted dream reality blurred

pain so real I fear for my life

dissecting myself with a dull knife

I wake up screaming in a cold sweat

feeling the bed it's soaking wet

I tried to calm and catch my breath

one of these days it will be my death

and on my tombstone I will have it read

died from twisted thoughts inside his head

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I'm infectious

 

You question me and my evil grin

I felt like an infection under your skin

you tried to scrub me off, dig me out

the cure was simple admit your doubt

But being stubborn you don't agree

now if you do there's no guarantee

the deals off and your world's in a spin

Spinning, feeding the chaos within

it's your prisoner, your detainee

whatever you do don't set it free

It's a queer thing we don't talk about

keep your voice quiet try not to shout

I've a feeling the disease will win

I grind my teeth so I wont shout

forgot what I was talking about

I was destined never to be free

I'm the warden and the detainee

locked in my mind somewhere deep within

What I deal with would make your head spin

If they can talk, there's no guarantee

ask those that have been, sure they'd agree

touch of insanity I've no doubt

came in with sanity left without

You can't tell as I strip off my skin

I'm infectious, I say with a grin

Black out

 

I Pace the floor with nervous energy

my hands are stained crimson

my mind races over scenarios

each ending up with me in prison

a dead body at my feet

I Pace the floor with nervous energy

I couldn't recall who he was

what happened to my memory

these questions bomb bard me

as I try to remember the night before

I Pace the floor with nervous energy

this wasn't a something I could ignore

was it murder or an accident

either way I am in jeopardy

I don't know what to do

I Pace the floor with nervous energy

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sickly sweet

 

the air was thick with a sickly sweet stench

it covers the skin

assaults the taste buds

eyes water from the gasses

just can't get used to the smell

the air was thick with a sickly sweet stench

dead bodies abundant

decaying flesh

the sky blackened by flies

rats and maggots made the ground seem alive

the calling for the dead has begun

mass graves not an option

burn the corpses

the air was thick with a sickly sweet stench

so pungent it burns the nose

you want to vomit but emptied out days ago

eyes of the dead staring

how many more will be infected

how many more will end up dead

the air was thick with a sickly sweet stench

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Winter

death of winter has settled in
the sickness was heavy in the air
it could be felt on the skin
wondering strangers beware

sore throat and fever is how it begins
elders and children didn't have a prayer
death of winter has settled in
the sickness was heavy in the air

people went crazy filled the loony bins
too weak to fight to tired to care
there was no escaping it was everywhere
God's punishment for all their sins
death of winter has settled in

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Pride

Torture at my fingertips
it breaks the silence of the night
a barbed wire bat just for kicks
tickles my heart to cause such fright
I bash in some poor blokes head

I know my thinking isn't right
all my friends end up dead
I stay in the shadow out of the light
like the monster under the bed
blood stained teeth and crimson lips

if you could witness the bloodshed
flesh peeled off in strips
not mine but yours instead
it's like an intense acid trip
the horrors I commit are quite a sight

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it's a living

I don't spend time wondering if I get caught

I know what I did and what I did not

I kill people for a living

the things I do are unforgiving

with these two hands I took a life

another was taken with my knife

A plastic bag over the head

it didn't take long before she was dead

a rope and a slip not I watched him hang

I think I giggled watching him swing

a gun killed two with a single bang

murder is such a personal thing

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I had to wonder

I had to wonder

why I stayed and listened to the bullshit

about the stupid complaining blah blah blah

if you knew you were a god damn hypocrite

how it is your voice rubs my nerves raw

I had to wonder

who was it that introduced us

how the hell did we become friends

if you're someone I could trust

why there's no trust in the end

I had to wonder

when I became the hunter

when I started obsessing over you

why I was harboring a growing hunger

if you had a fucking clue

I had to wonder

why I didn't shut you up long ago

what silence sounded like

why I kept telling myself no no no

if I could send a deadly strike

I don't wonder any more

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