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cocaine_cavitys
28 September 2012 @ 07:24 pm
he sticks to this table like a leech
and the fibers inside it
reminisces on how hes so pathetic
how he acts like hes never asked anyone for anything
except the things he doesn't have
and begs them for more
and how the best things in life aren't free
they were just somebody else's
so much for acting selfless
so much for the cop out of being selfish
its more than that
i would be just like you if i wernt yourself

acaemic
releastic
self aware
contemplative
and smart
right?

but I dont really get it
i would be just like you
if you were
social
complacent
reminicant
and nostalgic
of things you wearnt there for
im a fucking actor who lies in the credits
right?


but hes a fucking faggot done with expectations
who doesnt realize his reprocutions of politicaly correctness
hes done with self realizations
if i cant accept himself at his worst
i guess dont deserve himself at his best
he dosent deserve anything
he dosent deserve any rest
not a chest to lay on
he's a fucking actor
totally involved in something
he will be able to tell his kids about
it will be fucking awesome



fake dead
it would be the most attention you would ever get.
and it would be over in a quick few second
because you would expose the secret
and if someone made fun of you, you wouldnt get it
youd play alog like you have been getting it all along and get more friends by doing it
you would never kill yourself because you have no reason and more impotantly, youre a fucking coward
have you ever hurt someone else?
are you willing to hurt yourself?
you wont. prove it.
give me something to push against.
 
 
cocaine_cavitys
13 November 2011 @ 03:35 am
I wish I was there to pry
that pearl handled bluff
from your swollen hands.
You just always clench it so close
But you're constantly shaking to death
The beauty in your struggling has become so unimpressive
And I should really stop trying so hard to find it.

Ive been so busy dredging
the lake that you drown in
that I got lost with the image
of Narkisso's reflection.
Give me something to push against.
 
 
cocaine_cavitys
15 October 2011 @ 01:19 pm
Inclined to what has become of me,
I;ll become the backdrop to another filigree
 
 
cocaine_cavitys
03 September 2011 @ 01:26 pm
When the all the meaning fleas and all that is left is your sickle nails
clawing at the pavement you passed out upon, what are you really reaching for?
When you're wrapped in gauze and still clinch a fist to bruise the face of an empty revolution, who were you really aiming for and who are you really hurting? I am the burden of my own malignant generation, where misfortune's crooked hands are incessantly looming above us. I got a teenage lobotomy just so i could have a clear fucking conscious. The man with the dogs is outside scratching at the door
so just close the curtains and pray he goes away.

Ill move on to other boxes that wont exactly feel like home
But I find the harrow has moved in permanently
Inclined to what has become of me,
I;ll become the backdrop to another filigree
Stuck in the shadow of other's legacies
I can honestly say, the reason i stood in everyone's way, was because i wanted them to push back on me. Just to feel something. And I miss it.


I wish I was there to pry
that pearl handle bluff
from your swollen hands.
Youve always clnched so close
But you're constantly shaking to death
The morale in struggling has become so unimpressive
And I should really stop trying so hard to find it.

Ive been so busy dredging
the lake that you drown in
that I got lost with the image
of Narkisso's reflection.
Give me something to push against.
 
 
cocaine_cavitys
19 July 2011 @ 12:21 am
Like amateur nuns in their Sunday dress
My breath is chastised inside a caved in chest
I push to speak but its all tongues
So i just spit out of my plaque filled lungs
Inside that rosewood tunk, are our home movie reels
Of the funerals we held and are holding still
Of those who took their life with one too many sleeping pills
I wont watch, I wont watch, I wont fall into their clutch
Because i already know what its like to never wake up
Is there a life after youth?
 
 
 
cocaine_cavitys
15 June 2011 @ 04:18 pm
When the all the meaning fleas and all that is left is your sickle nails
clawing at the pavement you passed out upon, what are you really reaching for?
When you're wrapped in gauze and still clinch a fist to bruise the face of an empty revolution, who were you really aiming for and who are you really hurting? I am the burden of this malignant generation, where misfortune's crooked hands are incessantly looming above us. I got a teenage lobotomy just so i could have a clear fucking conscience. The leper is outside scratching to get in so close the curtains and pray he goes away.

Thus starts the contrived lust for endless legacies
Ill move on to other rooms that don't exactly feel like home
But I find the harrow has moved in permanently
Inclined to what has become of me,
I;ll become the backdrop to another filigree






Im leaving this place
Im not taking you with me
But ill die inside you
And you'll be filled with envy


When the all the meaning fleas and all that is left is your sickle nails
clawing at the pavement you passed out upon, what are you really reaching for?
When you're wrapped in gauze and still clinch a fist to bruise the face of an empty revolution, who were you really aiming for and who are you really hurting? I am the burden of this malignant generation, where misfortune's crooked hands are incessantly looming above us. I got a teenage lobotomy just so i could have a clear fucking conscious.The man with the dogs is outside scratching so close the curtains and pray he goes away.

Thus starts the contrived lust for endless legacies
Ill move on to other rooms that don't exactly feel like home
But I find the harrow has moved in permanently
Inclined to what has become of me,
I;ll become the backdrop to another filigree
And I can finally
 
 
cocaine_cavitys
11 May 2011 @ 02:24 am
i used sleep and dream of hanging my neck from the highest cathedrals
and when i opened opened my eyes i was still suspended in disbelief.
the crowds necks are hung from the same position i once was
i sit there waiting for them to awake but they're still busy praying for a city too busy to hate.

I just, connect the dots with lines and skip the inbetweens
because i would rather not acknoledge the lie inside of be'lie'f
when living in memories its easy to forget that water can also swallow everything
contaminated brains that are stained without substance.

I will never learn with my back thats turned
against a world with open arms
Ill just make another circle others arent allowed to stand in.

The only way i am selfless is
believing that the best things in life are always somebody elses
 
 
cocaine_cavitys
10 February 2011 @ 08:36 pm
As inclined to what will become of me, an enternity of malfunctioning.
 
 
cocaine_cavitys
13 May 2009 @ 08:28 am
Behind the wheel, a pair of tired eyes, will put closure on their world, for the very last time. And you know how it feels to be awake, hating yourself for the mistakes that you’ve made.
You know how it feels to bury more than a friend, but to bury your past, get it out of your head.
You know
 
 
cocaine_cavitys
25 March 2009 @ 09:54 am
I saw the scorch of god with my own two eyes.
Masked in a white gown down to the length of her thigh.
Her beauty has become unimpressive.
And I should really cut down on trying so hard to find it.
Someones talking but never face to face.
im stuck in the city too busy to hate.

Second rate people making first grade masks
And when the water runs out, we drink from our flask
Were all walking on tight ropes
And in the finallie well all be hung. well all be done.

It will sting like a shiner. Hit like a haymaker. come in come in. breaker breaker. when i burn bridges, they burn to the ground, consiter me gravity, constantly holding you down.