Murdermask
My murdermask was made of blood,skin,and bones
Human heart on a hook...ravaged raw and exposed
Always smelling the rose after getting stuck by the thorn
Time after time...sunny days turn into dark storms
My murdermask was made of sticks and stones
Jagged eyed joker seeking jewels in a junkyard
Rust became reality
Wired to wickedness...death became my dream
Silence in the scream
Swimming and sinking in suicide streams
My murdermask was made of bars and bricks
Some lost and never found on their tightrope lunatic trips
Ravens sing their songs perched on the razorwire
Revenge o sweet revenge...never to retire
Intelligence and insanity having mad mind blowing sexual intercourse
Vultures eat my vanity like a candy coated corpse
My murdermask was made of mud and mannequin moans
Born to ramble
Bound to roam
Side eyes of seduction seek and seize their traps and targets
My murdermask it melts as I get lost inside the maze
Like a monster at the market...my murdermask I put away
Copyright © Anthony Beesley | Year Posted 2015
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