INERT IN HURT
Went
again
TO the shop
bought several bottles
Back to the flat
Release the spoils beneath the cap
Glugs n slugs
"It's okay"
Don't call it 'murder'
Don't call it 'poison'
It's only allowed to be 'Glamour'
Glamour pon a billboard
Hoards
Inertnationally
Filling clubs n pubs
"It's a celebration"
"We're free"
"So what!
Everything's corrupt"
"I'm just going to powder my nose"
"Make mine a McMolotov"
Excuse me
I crept in behind the mask
Implying; alcohol & amphetamines
your tools
for decieving yourself
for making it through the day & week
for making you tuff enuff to deal with the love
You'll never get from your parents, partner or the world
are that which keep you
in hurt
Is it the truth
inert?
I want to be free
I want you to be free
How duz the corrupt poisoners reflect me?
Am I greedy?
It's possible
I'm so vain
I believe
My appearance
Crafted
Just so
Can express
succintly
The epitome
of a Rebel
No-one would ever doubt
the suffering
& necessity of instant
untelevised
complete
physical
raw
spiritual
rebellion
FUCK revolution
It invokes
so much intellectual dilly dallying!
I'm sincerely surprised anyone bothers to bother
Thank GOD! for the poisoned lies that keep so many going!
May as well be the next burning caricature burning hopelessly
(A little misbegotten)
Minimized
Sorry
You're not wretched
The Monk burning
is the rage of truth as it's ever been
The wretched die
like a frog kissed
Like Joan, fags and witches
The truths a motherfucker
a piece of dogshit I step in
believing myself foolish
berating
I want courage
like it's not inherrant
I want to be
a gentle, soft
powerful
lover
Not robotic
I want honesty
Can I do
it
why the FUCK!!!
(Can God be so personified in 'fuck'?)
would I rely on
that?!
Crass & colourful
I hope
it's more than a show
How can I know?
I'm not cold
My rage keeps me warm
Validation
Will your firm touch
make me more real
Flashing wit
coming
I want to find the Divine Mother in you
to well up in me like an overgrowing garden
Disregarding all beauty
Redefining all beauty
As does
The Lover
The Inner Lover
Tantra
Shakyamuni Buddha
Everyday better
All things gooder
Went
again
TO the shop
bought several bottles
Back to the flat
Release the spoils beneath the cap
Glugs n slugs
"It's okay"
Don't call it 'murder'
Don't call it 'poison'
It's only allowed to be 'Glamour'
Glamour pon a billboard
Hoards
Inertnationally
Filling clubs n pubs
"It's a celebration"
"We're free"
"So what!
Everything's corrupt"
"I'm just going to powder my nose"
"Make mine a McMolotov"
Excuse me
I crept in behind the mask
Implying; alcohol & amphetamines
your tools
for decieving yourself
for making it through the day & week
for making you tuff enuff to deal with the love
You'll never get from your parents, partner or the world
are that which keep you
in hurt
Is it the truth
inert?
I want to be free
I want you to be free
How duz the corrupt poisoners reflect me?
Am I greedy?
It's possible
I'm so vain
I believe
My appearance
Crafted
Just so
Can express
succintly
The epitome
of a Rebel
No-one would ever doubt
the suffering
& necessity of instant
untelevised
complete
physical
raw
spiritual
rebellion
FUCK revolution
It invokes
so much intellectual dilly dallying!
I'm sincerely surprised anyone bothers to bother
Thank GOD! for the poisoned lies that keep so many going!
May as well be the next burning caricature burning hopelessly
(A little misbegotten)
Minimized
Sorry
You're not wretched
The Monk burning
is the rage of truth as it's ever been
The wretched die
like a frog kissed
Like Joan, fags and witches
The truths a motherfucker
a piece of dogshit I step in
believing myself foolish
berating
I want courage
like it's not inherrant
I want to be
a gentle, soft
powerful
lover
Not robotic
I want honesty
Can I do
it
why the FUCK!!!
(Can God be so personified in 'fuck'?)
would I rely on
that?!
Crass & colourful
I hope
it's more than a show
How can I know?
I'm not cold
My rage keeps me warm
Validation
Will your firm touch
make me more real
Flashing wit
coming
I want to find the Divine Mother in you
to well up in me like an overgrowing garden
Disregarding all beauty
Redefining all beauty
As does
The Lover
The Inner Lover
Tantra
Shakyamuni Buddha
Everyday better
All things gooder
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fatality:
You might know that my modeling name off of SG is Fatality TRUE? !
katalina: