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[acequorthon]

#26

Does it make sense?

Not at all!

That when I’m drunk?

Suicidal you are!

It’s not for real I hope?

Feels like it for sure!

Am I hiding my emotions?

What else can you do!

Do I deserve happiness?

Absolutely not!

Who am I even talking to?

Take a guess, fuckwad!

Do you think I’m miserable?

You’re the one with the pen!

Am I not great, just as god intended?

He was sleeping you retard!

Is there any point arguing with you?

I always win, take note of that!

[acequorthon]

#25

I really should go to bed, but instead I am here.

Too drunk to think properly, thinking about lost love.

Working menial labor, I didn’t give a fuck about school.

Do I have friends, not enough energy to make it count.

Praying for a better tomorrow, but is anyone listening.

Sleep is what I want, preferably a permanent one.

Still I am here, don’t want to make mom sad.

[acequorthon]

#24

I'm looking everywhere, but I can't seem to find it.

Under the carpet, in every drawer, under every stone.

For once I'd love to find it, but exist miracles never do.

This is obvious to me and still I never give up.

Please give salvation to this confused, lonely and damned soul.

Or I'll have to create my own miracle, as this off brand weirdo.

If you're out there somewhere, I beg of you.

Give me guidance and just tell me what to do.

Do I have to be lost, is that my only meaning in this world?

I want more of life just like every other human.

Bring me what I deserve just this once, I won't accept a no.

And if what I deserve is death, then I'll gladly take that too.

[acequorthon]

#23

I am so tired and I want to go home.

My thoughts are only preoccupied with you.

Worn and weary, I just need to lay down.

Preferably in your arms for the rest of time.

But you are not real and never will be.

A fantasy I created to repel my tears.

Now I am awake and alone in my bed.

Wishing that life would stop while I sleep.

[acequorthon]

#22

Burnt bridges all across the horizon.

Along the river none of them are left.

We used to be able to go to the other side.

But all that's left is to brave the cold waters.

One by one they try their luck in the rapids.

All of them dead and washed into the ocean.

[acequorthon]

#21

Yesterday I wrote to you, but got no response.

My day went on, trying to accept that you’re gone.

Complete solitude, there’s nothing else I can do.

But as it turned out, you were pretty lonely too.

The next day, you decided to write me back.

But I thought, why should I respond to that?

[acequorthon]

#20

Get away from me, leave me alone!

Don’t talk to me, I don’t wanna hear it!

Forget about me, delete my number!

Please fuck me, but first go fuck yourself!

I hate you, I hate you so damn much!

But oh god I miss you, I really miss you!

[acequorthon]

#19

Loneliness is a parched emotion.

But not like the beautiful deserts.

It's more in common with roadkill.

Dried up, flat and sunbleached.

There it is, on the side of the road.

Ignored, ugly and full of disgust.

[acequorthon]

#18

The man wakes up, ready to cry.

Drags himself downstairs, one coffee to go.

Rush hour is here, destination: work.

Hours of sweat, a paycheck for his toil.

Once again, rush hour reveals itself.

A couch at home, the proper place to rest.

Bland food, sustenance is required.

He lays down in bed, ready to cry again.

[acequorthon]

Inspirational Lyric - #3

There’s blood on the moon as we plan our escape.

The goddess in bloom, handcuffed and raped.

There’s blood in the bathtub baby, murdered the king.

There’s blood on the moon.

There’s blood on just about everything.

~ Scream of the Butterfly, by Acid Bath

[acequorthon]

#17

Love me once, shame on you, love me twice, shame on me.

No one said that this is easy, but please just let me be.

My heart is all I want to give, and the only thing I own.

But making you feel what I do, just doesn’t fit the mold.

Our dance doesn’t move a lot, we’re just standing still.

At this point resembling, two graves unmaintained.

[acequorthon]

#16

I got a gun and I'm not afraid to use it.

Diplomacy is off the table, you should be sorry.

Back away now or blood shall flow.

Mine as well, but especially from you.

This surely was unprovoked, what did I ever do?

Come to think of it, was it me who fired on you?

[acequorthon]

#15

Something is wrong with this day.

Broken in a most unmendable way.

What should be up is down, and left is right.

All the mirrors are matte and absorbs my light.

Our earth is dead, even though we are still alive.

Today, the high and all mighty, must have died.

[acequorthon]

#14

The heart is an important organ.

Its function is to move blood through your body.

As long as it beats you know that you are alive.

But what it's not is a toy, for you to play with.

[acequorthon]

#13

Waiting and waiting, what am I really waiting for?

The better days of tomorrow, that would be nice for sure.

Maybe a million dollars, now that will set me straight.

Hold on, I'm gay. That's not the way my doors swing.

Every new path looks the same as the one before.

At this point, I have forgotten what I’m waiting for.

[acequorthon]

#12

These sad emotions, responsible are they for filling my cup.

I thought the two of us could make it work, adults are we not?

Your absence makes my words fall flat, no longer do they make sense.

Love is bouncing right back at me, like a ball against the fence.

[acequorthon]

#11

Too tired to write, too tired to think.

Not awake enough to clock in.

Working every day and you want me to forgive?

I didn't agree to kill myself just to live.