Bent in all directions,
twisting into knots.
Don’t know which way to go-
Who’s calling all the shots?
Suicidal prom queens,
(whores)
Jack the Ripper is back!
Decomposing membranes,
(cancer)
white walls are painted black…
Everyone wants a perfect face-
Puppets to dance for dimes.
Sitting in cheap hotel rooms,
and the scent of (sex) left behind.
The needles start to bring relief
of a never-fading bad memory.
The scars that dress the skin
trace out a story-line.
(cutting)
Neon lights become a luxury
and the world bleeds gold for sin.
Going all directions,
(bent)
Our lives are so twisted.
(knots)
Never knowing which way to go.
(lost)
Who’s calling all the shots?
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lol..Its STRANGE...eerie How often I end up here shaking my hear with a huge whew in my heart n soul..I love this.. -
amazing
i have not been on the site for a while but this was a refreshing reminder. thanx for sharing
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I keep coming back to this..It is sad how twisted,fake our society truly is..BUT Even in dark places there is beauty and warmth to find..Thanx for who you are Sabi..Still miss the green eyed name...I wish you wonderful..Mark
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I really like this one
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a whirlwind of intensity!
provocative and aggressive!
i like the "everyone wants a perfect face" stanza the most!
its very much my cup of tea!
good work!
mathu xortem
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Who indeed-the devil incarnate??
Brilliant thought provoking write this-
xxx Hilly
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Thanks-a-bunches deary!!
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