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Prelude To Damnation
02:01
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This is all mine.
Your body, your mind, your soul, they all belong to me.
I won’t tell you that I am sorry.
I will not be defined by the subhuman wreck that you created.
I am taking myself back.
I will not be condemned, deified or erased.
© Will Jessop, October 2014.
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Cut/Stitch/Repeat
04:04
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You found your words far too late;
Take your apologies and choke on them,
Fragments of an ideal form pathways for the blind to follow,
Ideals borne of fragments fuelling lust but leaving eyes hollow,
When do we decide to push the reset button?
You will trip right over your wanton lust and it will kill you,
It’s been too long, you don’t belong, and if only we had known.
In this age of careless avarice, what do you suggest I crave?
Tell me, and I’ll not challenge, from the cradle to the grave,
But from the handle to the blade,
Burned at the stake or buried by the spade,
You can’t tell the difference between us if we’re bleeding out from all of the incisions we made,
So when do we decide to push the reset button?
You will trip right over your wanton lust and it will kill you,
It’s been too long, you don’t belong, and if only we had known.
So come on! (Symbiosis of the mind)
Regale me,
Tell me how many lives you destroyed today, (All of them mine)
So come on! (Symbiosis of the mind)
Regale me, are you proud of yourself?
My trust was thoroughly misplaced
You can take your words and fucking shove them back down your throat.
© Will Jessop, October 2014.
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Psychogenic
06:17
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Sands of time have eroded away,
The already tattered, war-torn page,
Of a book, a liar, a conceptualised sage,
That denies those who falter: a dark locked cage,
It's a craving, haunting, clawing inside,
A delusional, deranged and pitiful mind,
I feel sorry for you, I sympathise,
That you're caught in the web comes as no surprise.
It must be difficult to be fulfilled,
When you've spent four years climbing endless hills,
And you've struggled and fought for your heart to still,
For the emptiness to rise and your blood to chill,
He will listen, console you, in miserable times,
In return you give up, repent, your earthly crimes,
And at the reaping, the ending, the final bell chimes,
He will take you, his "soldier", to his castle in the sky,
He must seem so grand in his palace so high,
In the heaven to which he beckons you, fills the sky,
But when you take your last, when I struggle not to cry,
I'll find no solace in you ultimate, final, lie.
It must be difficult to be fulfilled,
When you've spent four years climbing endless hills,
And you've struggled and fought for your heart to still,
For the emptiness to rise and your blood to chill,
Where have you gone?
Oh god it isn't working,
Please come back to me,
I can't feel your warmth.
He took your heart, your blackened heart,
His poisoned mind, his rule despised,
He took an angel, from grace you fall,
The heavens open, his darkness calls.
It was difficult to be fulfilled,
When you'd spent four years, climbing fucking mountains,
And you've struggled to tie the rope to the ceiling,
Come the emptiness in your eyes and your blood has chilled,
You up there, give her back to me,
Give her back to me,
You celestial cunt.
© Chris Sargeantson, October 2014.
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Bloodletter
05:20
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It doesn’t matter if I was lying here or standing;
Because it was always following me,
Do I caress your bones or do you caress mine?
Do we both stroke the muscle underneath the skin we ripped?
I cannot let you consume me,
I refuse to bow to collapse this time.
When you go, don’t expect me to drag you back up off your knees again,
When you go, you deserve to kneel,
And I won’t reduce myself, to a facet of your hell,
‘Cause I know what lies beneath the false outside of me,
Nothing exists until it is torn - I will repeat and refract my retention,
Nothing has form until it is broken - I am reaping the flow of my failures,
Nothing has meaning until it is left - to facilitate continuation,
Nothing has purpose until it has wept - I am questioning my own existence,
I cannot let you consume me,
I refuse to bow to collapse this time.
When you go, don’t expect me to drag you back up off your knees again,
When you go, you deserve to kneel,
And I won’t reduce myself, to a facet of your hell,
‘Cause I know what lies beneath the false outside of me.
Do you know what you did to me?
It shapes, it contorts, it twists and revolts, it seethes beneath, watching, waiting, and hating,
A snapped neck is a conscience check, and a conscience check is fatal,
I’m watching you,
Fucker,
When you go, don’t expect me to drag you back up off your knees again,
When you go, you deserve to kneel,
And I won’t reduce myself, to a facet of your hell,
‘Cause I know what lies beneath the false outside of me.
Stigmatise me! I don’t care!
You’ll never understand what isn’t even there.
You will never see, through these bleeding eyes,
Your conjectures misguided; it wants me to die.
© Will Jessop, October 2014.
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