Chapter 1: Tourniquets? No-no ... Just Don't Speak.
Jagged snarls of bear-trap pastures,
wrap rusted lips around glass fixtures in the mannequin mumble;
We mope coughing sidewalks on the border-line silence.
Gag the gustatory scream my name!
Let your mouth bind by the looking glass,
what would they think of someone so utterly idiotic?
No, oh no... that wouldn't be good, glasses up
Cheers to forgotten judgements
Hears to the mute, here's to the informal formality
of noncooperation we've created to silhouette critique.
Keep your eyeballs tumbling across a double wide spine;
Trade-up for pebbles to a pair of empty sockets,
safety is as undone has yet to see.
Timid are on parade ... the timid are on parade
Look at her face, meet his disgrace.
Gather a moment of awkward society as her blank stare
meet his hideous insecurity from a capillary curtain.
His face hums Oooone is the lonely- yet,
he sucks on his glass pallet;
bows his ugly head down and peers at the world,
through hour glass pixels and ostrich legs.
Read a life from a peripheral ponder,
as solitude rides the back of a lonely blur, and you
watch them skip down the conveyer belt ...
Still as the day you chose to die.
Chapter 2: Another Mute for Sale
Don't speak to we, I'm foriegn tongue.
Stash my porcelain palms away;
the armless pantomime is on display.
Kiss me goodnight little octave non;
we'll brave this shallow world with preservers and floaties on,
with glass tonsiles and metal tongues,
whispering bittersweet something
But still my razor tipped lips scrape the windows
... "hell-" lets call it a day,
the chalk board has a body to trace,
remove your nails.
Just walk away she never loved you.
As the mime's eyes die, his 15 minutes close;
The clock's broken mandibles lend a final point
to he who attempted himself self esteem self esteem...
no body loves you more than when we're laughing at your stupidity.
Now take up the glass and shut your pretty mouth.
Chapter 3: Greet In-audible Capillary
Don't walk my side, take the curb you nothing.
Watch your every led step bash the asphalt,
listen to the lifeless birth a voice to belittle
Stop crying! Keep moving you fat fuck,
try not swallow your glass while you catch your breath
on the heel of every fourth step.
With curtains pulled, the conveyer belt kick starts
as the blur sets itself back on your solitude, piggy.
Wandering eyes are for rapists, look down.
As his lips clench the glass,
a solitary droplet rides the pallet to desperation.
Tracing the balance beam, every step lets another
droplet dive and paint his glass in suicide.
Everyone is watching you.
As the sun whispers into your mouth,
that stained glass window flashes a touch of judgment.
Is she looking, she sa-, oh-o she saw, shit shit shit ...
Oh she saw you, you hideous, ugly man, she saw you.
From the open curtains I catch a wink
as the sun dances off her glass into my virgin eyes.
She risks a single droplet
to show me a smile.
Pity ... isn't it nice to know you're ugly enough
to where people give you smiles for charity.
Drop your head, run, it is pity-it is!
Chapter 4: The Symmetry in your Reoccurrence is Deafening
Second apparatus: this is another balancing act.
I tiptoed the outskirts of a highway overpass,
contemplating a high dive for no one to remember.
... suicide, how predictable.
Fair thee well, you're such an enigma...
yes, a true jigsaw mirage, pft.
I'll be right there with you while the seagulls crack a final joke
as you fly by the pillow topped asphalt, moron.
I took the center of the fork and went on my way.
Insecurity is my copilot,
I met him in Pearl Harbor under cryptic tongues.
I walked the same path with another broken record,
another skipping track replaying arrangements of 4 letters...
and then I saw her.
I listened to the backward echoes across a backdrop: mimic.
Call me deaf or dumb, but the mute has found sanctuary.
Ah, the symmetry in your reoccurrence is deafening.
Speech temps the glass with a lead heart,
should we test the inedible on the tips of broken lips?
Chapter 5: Shatter my Toast... shhhhhhhhh
Miranda never loved you, she'll never love you,
how could she love you?
Glass jaws make for stale hearts little zero,
suck on your brittle window of opportunity, it'll only shatter;
mmmm, taste the splintering agony of loss.
I sifted the stained glass windows searching for a flaw,
and she only gazed back waiting for the crack
of a glass mannequins embrace.
We smiled as blood streamlined down the glass,
and lit this hollow church house
with color of temptation.
GIVE IT UP!
I took a final breath as I began to turn,
and she whispered softly in my ear...
"I've always wanted to eat glass with you again,
but I never knew how."
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