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Originally Posted by UnbornBuddha
Telling you I love you as a compulsive liar
Sweet words lighting your groin on fire.
The moment prior to my arrival,
Your heart beat but your pulse was idle
With barely enough force to hide it.
I'm bat crazy, a by-product of my distorted diet
Though you chose to reproduce with a foreign virus
Spiraling out of control like an impulsive child.
Would of swayed me if it wasn't for that repulsive smile.
I'm the plastic surgeon altering your aesthetics of life.
An architect with an eye for impressive design,
Off-label sociopath as I'm the sensitive kind.
I told you since the beginning not to trust me,
Now the game in the 9th inning and its ugly.
But here we are, living a karmic event
Tachycardic ascent
every time I get a whiff of your heartless scent.
I've managed to make a mess of things,
But everytime I try to fix them, infection begins.
I'm a balance of intoxicated neurons
A cancerous process made of nuance
Writing in my death note a complicated message,
To finally asphyxiate you with dominating presence.
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Construct for me a carbon copy
Be sure to keep the lines short & choppy
As I writhe from demon spells with a contorted body
Lie to me more, as I would hate if you were too solemn
Tell me more about your woman problems
In return I'll give you a snippet of my newspaper columns
I heard you represent the shaken & fallen
Pills, weed, & shrooms-- I'll be taking all of 'em
So you ask, what my true mission be?
Observing serendipity; everything your vision sees
Then ask me about the meaning of my apparently random thoughts
Use your credit card for these inherently plastic costs
I've just taken another sporadic loss
I'm not sure if I prefer the red or white sauce
Not one to floss-- I keep my accomplishments secret
Boredom during the week, then astonishment on weekends