Swagazine #2

definition please  by Mordrak
bleeding faces leaving no traces in the desperate crowd
intent upon their eating they do not pause their feeding anyhow
aggravation, frustration, annihilation, the voices obnoxiously loud
brat prince denied the light upon his throne, endless seething on his brow
savage desecration from the demons that never forget to torment
fleeting hope on the fanciful dreams of salvation heaven never sent
it is the beating that is keeping the screaming from breaking the screens
the darkness that hides the unseen has forever broken through the seams
death bells ringing their black teaming singing bringing sadness twinkling bright
showing nothing but torrid tactless acting on the shiny stage of living life
denouncing the dreaded truth taking of the consuming oath breaker's might
dramatic dancing daring the mind to follow its dangerous discourse into hell
grim reaper ripping with raucous rancor researching the souls he must sell
inherently brutal betrayal dripping rancid ichor into the plastic play pool
doomed shadows prancing in the circle of dominated delighted frenzy
laughing like listless spirits at my dangerous downfall dropping off the brink
swiftly sweeping in on wings tipped with witless shame shifting my descent's course
need saving from my own madness making me madder than the most mad before
time has little to do with infinity and jelly donuts and now i want some more
crimson crystallized mist moving the onrush of brooding blood lust regressing
testing the averaged statistical adrenal pusher driving it toward erotic pain
reverent rain raining down droplets driving toward my insane roller coaster
pools of blood spraying from the sprinklers spitting their offspring in my backyard
where are the wise men when so many need administration from their truthful lore
the embodiment of anger and this godless world, countless posters on my wall
cruel heartless games with my heart leaving black withered trails through time and space
gods and deities don't care about what happens to this corrupt human race
all that i need is the definition please to this completely crazy existence
final exit enticing frivolous escape and grand finales fixating to that dark door
moored at the docks deviating from the normal passage paths to the normal nuances
holes and crannies filled with juice from hoses that never stops seeping sewage
climbing the ledge and only finding no answers and complete and utter sacrilege
my door is again closed and the key tossed away into the void of my mind
and deep within that thick swirled mass, my individuality is all you'll ever find

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