Never Silenced

Second song I've written this day. Oh, the power of a break-up.

What does one do with past happy thoughts in the mind?

Pretend now is better than then, knowing you’ll never be that happy again

Knowing that times are crappy and then you get crabby at them

Hating ever minute of life until you start approaching the end

Where you descend into the lair of a hater who plays on your rage

Defames your name, maims your game, and pisses on your grave

Who impales seven staves in your brain to make it aesthetically sweet

Hypothetically discrete, sticking hypodermic needles in deep

I never sleep through a beat, I keep my feet on the floor

I top it, then I stock it, then I rock it some more

And you, little fool, my little tool in this phase

Will become my mule in my school of painful pleasure with blades

And your face will be my mask for those who ask me my name

Darkly I say, “My name is Mark, and I want to play a game”

It requires veins to be pulled out, masticated to make-shift sedations

For our nations disorientations in my faith of pure hate

It’s a shame that my name must leveled with the devil

The fear when I appear seems to adhere a new revelation

In the places I’ve sanctioned, I’m raised and amazing

I’m tazed and remaining, dazed and sustaining

Blazed and retaining, Hazed and surveying

Placed on this stage with a battle mace and training

To cause dread, and keep this world from the straining

That everyone makes, I’m here correcting mistakes

With the power to devour and coward who rapes

I’m innate and inhumane, so I’m the man for the job

I slice at slobs who rob dogs and they moms of jewelry and stock

I stop splicers on speed, grabbing they’re carotid arteries

Screaming thru a demon being they need to quick that s**t solemnly

And now I’m hollering at the moon, asking for more room to breathe

As it retracts and expands exponentially, I scream

I grip existence with a thick fist and angered I squeeze

This is the world’s worst verse, because I do what I please

I envision you down on your knees as you put the gun to your dome

Strings run from your hands to my mind, which is crushing your bones

The more you resist, the more I persist with the pain

So let go, LET’S GO, let me see that brain matter rain

Let me see your wet face as your cry for my mercy

Let me show you MY faith, so that you can actually watch it worsen

I’m gonna make a purse out of your hide, and then send it to your girly

So when she peaks inside she sees eyes staring back still squirming

She’s hurl on your remains, and make you look pretty-er

Than were then or hell now even more than you could be

Your existence disturbs me, and the rest of you that’s left

Is just a speck of life, that’s worth less mention than a pest

So here I am to jest, and make the best of this mess

Which is enough to stop this test, just a short little rest

I ingest another soul, as your heart I digest

Deflating my lungs once so that I can take a second breath

 

I don’t need to breathe, but I need to see you bleed

I’m obscene and demeaning, but seeing that crimson deep

I keep thinking, what if you kept deceiving?

What if you had meaning? What if I was the one who was receiving

This torment and torture, the force of this horror?

What if I was the one defined and popping my mouth off like a mortar

What if… wait, hold up these questions are bunk

I am something unique in comparison to these little punks

Debunked, I’m out of that funk of, what if it was me

Because I been told no one can mimic the golden H•T•P
I’m holding the trophy, going with no hold I’m floating

Going on so old, ageless, and my darkest pages gloating

My love for the corroding structures of life

That topple down on the first sound whisper of my knife

This storyline is rife and trite, so with a torturous twist

I pull back, distracting time, forcing every second to split 

Devoting this life-stream to a dream that exists

One that persists thru the mischief that you snitches inflict

Thru the vicious decryptions of my sub-conscious rift

To the diction of my victims silenced thru a violent gift

Viable and versatile I veer thru the crowds

I vanish like a ninja, into a gaseous black cloud

I am aroused by pain, and my name can be called

But only thru invocations on the ocean when faced with a squall

My inanimate pall will be cast over your hoodies

Intimate and adjacent, my storms are packed full of goodies

That I give to all those who just step inside to be stolen

But don’t tell nobody cause, shhhhh…. Silence is golden

Author's Note

ignore minor flow errors, its not exact to my diction.