thefatherschild (thefatherschild) wrote in justkillus,
thefatherschild
thefatherschild
justkillus

Lift of the Blade

I know cutters, all shapes and sizes,
Goth, Christian, heads shaved,
with an inward fight,
scoff at me, spit, throw me out the door,
But you can call me puncher who just more than once felt in that screw,

When it all breaks loose,
Inwardly inplosion or explosion,
veins rippling out, with a scream unhearable,
punching at the walls, knuckles bleeding,
longing to scream, but only able to satisfy with equal blaring intensity,

music raced,
quicken the pace,
blistering speed to the almost final crash.

NO! NO! NO! NO!
Not an option.

NO! NO! NO! NO!
You'll get locked up.

NO! NO! NO! NO!
Screaming my head off and telling the truth won't lead to understanding,
but noise violation charges or expensive hotel psychiatric.

Force the needle down on me.
Dull my senses,
until I enter into your sweet, luxurious, desensitization that leaves me screaming for more.

I say,
NO! NO! NO! NO!
There must a way out,

to lose myself in my own music,
to scream with the beat and dancing feet,
so intense, hiding underground hardcore that they can't put me away and they call it

ART.
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