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On HolidayDon’t ask me why I feel the need,
Don’t tell me what I should believe.
Don’t stitch me up when I bleed.
Don’t ask me why I want to leave.
I’m visiting my old friends.
Agony, hate and cruelty.
They’ve known me since it began,
And down the road so grueling.
Laced words, written in calligraphy.
Spaced out, Lost within the bigotry.
Hate all, indoctrinated by the ministry.
Love none, defining it by chemistry.
I embrace all of that which is dark.
Built the depths of my personal hell,
Led to a place on the map unmarked.
But I can tell you just where I fell.
Here I am, here I lay.
Here I’m dying today.
Here I was, Here I’ll be,
Hell of an Epitaph to me.
Where are you, wandering?
What kind of gift, did you bring?
Costs are up, Stocks are down.
And I’m here underground.
God is dead, long before,
In a box, nothing more.
Caustic sounds, Toxic play,
It’s a brand new holiday.
And I’m visiting my old friends.
Agony, hate, and cruelty.
Kill the ShepherdFolded hands in proper laps,
Wait for the speaker to conclude.
Rumbling audience and roaring claps,
Or silence, when verbally nude.
Exposing thoughts once locked up,
Truthful and too dangerous to touch.
Venom poured into a paper cup.
Or so, they will tell you as much.
Forge a word, hammer it down.
Display your fabricated passion.
Hear their cheers shake the ground.
Then exit the place in an orderly fashion.
A mask of words and costume designed,
Sheep are so easy to beguile.
Subtle promises seemingly benign,
Grow malignant after a while.
But an honest man is a quiet man.
Spotlights seem to elude him.
Microphones taken from his hand,
The media will only exclude him.
It is the unplugged words spoke,
So quiet they’re barely heard,
And then gone like a wisp of smoke,
That are the very best for the herd.
Sometimes it takes a wolf’s howl,
To stir the minds of wandering sheep.
The shepherd dead and wolf obeyed now will,
Shake them from an ignorant sleep.
Lifestyles of the Broke and Nameless.They look down at you from their pillars.
Stone canopies full of the colorful and gilded.
“You can’t come up here, you’re not the right kind.”
“Stay on the ground, no sun for the wilted.”
They stand on you. They live so high.
On the broken backs of the working class.
Hold them up, work til you break for a shot.
To climb up too and sit on your ass.
We hold these truths to be self-evident,
But denied to those south of the canopy.
That all men are created equal,
And have the right to be happy.
Something is terribly wrong here.
Where the spoils go to the spoiled.
A lifetime spent on the ground,
A lifetime spent on the work toiled.
Never enough to get to school,
Never enough to afford to retire.
Barely enough to window shop.
Barely enough to even aspire.
From the pillars, they look down.
As the pillars break and the broken stand.
Since all men are created equal,
Let them join us here on the land.
Deadly NightshadeOne second changes everything
And leaves one more bitter sting
I’ve given up on the outside world
With all the foolishness it hurled
Filling me with hatred and rage
Will only weaken my iron cage
I lost my mind and heart on Thursday
My body gave out the next Sunday
The soul disintegrated on Monday
What a solitary life I lead
I’m left to watch myself bleed
My fate was decided for me
But I let myself give in willingly
Time slits my thin-spun life
With the tip of his golden knife
Among the shadows I will fade
Condemned like deadly nightshade
Every action costs me someone else’s favor
All I’m left with are the black fruits of my labor
Their taste is an escape I can never savor
Like maidens haunted by a Belladonna’s magic
My existence has become extremely tragic
And the only thing I can do is let myself panic
I lost my body and soul on Thursday
My hope ran out the following Sunday
The poison took effect on Monday
What a solitary life I lead
I’m left to wat
LacerateYou think that love had fangs and claws
So it can lacerate your chest
And that the beating of your heart
Does not exist to make it rest
But hold apart your ribs for me
I need to break your heart, and see
The way it looks from deep within
And open up your chest for me
I wanna have a look, and be
A part of what’s beneath your skin
I want some fangs and matching claws
So I can lacerate your chest
And make you feel your beating heart
I’ll squeeze it down to make it rest
I want to know what you can be
I want to know what I can’t see
I want to know what you can fight, and I
Need you to come to life,
so you move and you feel your ties,
you’ve been so right
The Gentle Lullaby of MadnessIt's so sweet, and yet so sinister. A beauty unlike any to behold before it. The gentle temptation of madness pulls at my very mind, but I am held in place by the cold steel chains of resolve. It hurts to resist, but it would hurt more to give in. The sweet lullaby plays a docile tune to lure you in further. This tune is different for everyone, yet it is the same. The cold harsh reality of madness is filled with blood, and pain. It sets in unexpectedly, and pulls you down with it. Many fall to its beautiful melody, they are the lucky ones, they don't know what has happened, and they never will, but some poor souls teeter on the edge, and are forced to stare into the maw of the abyss. A sad truth stares back at them, one day the chains holding them back may snap. Pray to whatever god they may believe in that they won't fall in, that they will be saved from the lullaby, that they will be pulled away from the abyss, and to the safety of solid ground. But the song doesn't last forever. One
Chaos In MotionThese tears of mine can't fill the void deep within me
Trapped in a silence that's ever so sweet
Until the time to live out in the world arrives
Echoing around are the voices of those near me
Unbeknownst they are to the way I feel with their energy
Driving my mind to dive into a chaotic whirlwind far past any control
Unknown to everyone except me
I do believe in insanity, I'm the epitome of tragedy
Forever one of a kind, born of chaos eternally
The tempest of my demise, chaos in motion
Wall after wall crumbles as one after another is erected
Such attempts at shielding succumb to the chaos that is me
Cursed am I by those of my kind
Ice coating my mind with fingers of steel
Collapsing upon myself as I reach out to my defense
All thoughts halt a second before I realize it begins
Begins to torture no one but me
So buried far within my nature, embedded in my core
A part of me deep inside that chokes me, binds me
Chaos in motion
Waiting for the day when someone will come rescue me
But the on
The Full ExtentYour mom thinks you’re such an adorable girl
Your dad thinks that truth is pure horror to her
A friend of a friend said you must be quite cute
But I heard something else,
and I’m curious, too.
I’m friends with the madman
The holes and the mess
I’ll never be more and
I’ll never be less
In love with a monster
The holes in its head
A beast and its masters
They say that we’re mad…
And I hate you, it’s like I wanted to
I adore how
You make me now
I see that your eyes glisten (They say that I’m bright)
They say that I could listen (They’re probably right)
Do you see the extent
You’re so over the top
You would know where it ends
If you knew where to stop
But you hate me, it’s like you had to see
The full extent of
What you love
You’re awaiting the day where I run out of lies
And you know what they say (…but he used to be nice…)
When the moodswings grow steady
So damn easyIt's easy to be popular
when you're perfect
Blue-eyed and blonde
thin and dumb
in love with lies
It's easy to be happy
when you're perfect
plenty'a boys to play with
and fools to fix your grades
and parents so filthy rich
It's hard to be loved
when you're perfect
that much is easy to see
I just can't see how to stop it
this is they told me to be!
Mother of AmbitionHow do you do? Who are you?
I’m just an empty womb.
Why are you an empty womb?
We trample, ruin. We consume
Our past forever on our backs
We waste the days, then hit the black
We scream for more but face our doom
But I need no more, for I am in bloom
Black, White, TogetherBlack, White, Together
Black or white, there’s no reason to fight
Black or white, it does matter what is wrong and right
What happens behind closed doors finds its way to the street
In some places I would not want to be walking the beat
You see it there, you here it here
Although it is not always crystal clear
We are all bought up listening to certain views and opinion
In the past and present unfortunately a part of the churches domino
The future awaits us all, no one is exempted
It can be better for everyone, let’s all be tempted
Copyright Dean Kitson 2005.
Woman From the Woods of InfinityWith Lotus Flowers in her hair,
And eyes that gave me the will to dare,
I followed her to the far away land.
Luminous skin, third eye infinite,
and impeccable wisdom with no end,
She expands my mind with every kiss.
Numbing taste, Confusion with haste,
We laugh at our bleeding spines.
Long walks and star talk, we are now divine.
She danced with trees, and breathed the breeze,
Singing Anthems with the bees.
She took my hand and flied so high,
forever through the infinite night sky.
With a voice of reason, shunned as an act of treason,
she is confined in the doors of my mind.
Self DestructorCan she walk a way of those around her?
Can she raise her eyes from the ground?
Can she give herself a moment of glory?
Will she let her ambitions drown?
She is the self destructor.
Love your life and Carry on.
She is the dark conductor.
And I will fade when she's gone.
Solemn words of self-despising,
Drowning praise in a sea of black.
Taking aim at her own reflection,
And she orders her own attack.
She is the self destructor.
I must find her another way.
If I must come abduct her
She may live another day.
I will raise you and hold you on high.
I will look you straight in the eye.
I will take your knees out of the dirt.
And I will strip away all of your hurt.
I will stop this self-destruction.
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