Mascara
As sex and scars, mascara covers
The blood n liquor mingles on the bar
Draining to the vast caverns of my horrors
While dark dreams coalesce in all my corners
I sit here wondering: What went wrong
Why did my rage drive me to the edge
As the screws turn deeper into my head
I hear the whispers of Vile things best left unsaid
Like sharp shards of bright days
Left a lifetime ago, and far far away
Forgotten, unforgiving, and unfortunate
musings of murder mastication re-fed to the Masses.
Of bloody books, black-eyed rooks…
Mass hallucination and mass migration
Mass annihilation…
Of words that conspire mass conflagration
in my Mad American empire of nightmares,
blood, sex, scars, n mascara smeared
across the face of innocence…
Lock-step in time to the metronome
as footfalls The hideous master race
of murders and misinformation
…echoes down history!
You stand in the shower and steep,
hot water runs fluids of your hypocrisy
your darkest mascara,
covering scars of pleasure and pain
your misinformed ways.
How can you be this thing I used to know,
something I used to love someone
I used to know my former American beauty,
my nation of poor and unseen,
the flies turn in between once was,
As the flesh burns, the call of the conqueror worm,
the lord of this Nihilistic Earth,
this rare rage of helplessness enslaved
in blood sex scars and mascara…
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