I had sex in a movie theatre.. it was amazing

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// An Open casket (Remember a friend//

Handshakes calm the funeral service 
Distraught eyes from each sad attended 
As the shock of it all begins to dismiss 
The sorrow and guilt from it’s entrapment 
A deeper initiation into the breaking point 
Of the fatal ailment he couldn’t anoint 

As the damned fall down the culprit goes running 
Judgmental conception of the few that were close 
He witnesses the tension build from the cunning 
Diverge into the red handed criminals’ bloody rose 
Coveting a sickness that proved to be deadly 
A misfit killed in action at the hands of a friendly 

Reassuring the living as little more than survivors 
To a subtle cataclysm full of hesitation and denial 
From the duo of bastardized ego contrivers 
Suited informally at the grieving memorial 
They stare down upon the petrifying open casket 
And out came the truth from his left breast pocket 

Frantically attempting to blend in with the body 
His sodomized secret laughed back with remorse 
Sealing the fate for the spirit possession melody 
Painting an abstract portrait on his vengeful course 
Setting the stage for the fires to spread 
From every mourning morning and words left unsaid

-me

// my head//

Attention Attention everyone, 
welcome to the world inside my head. 
Where demons and nightmares and fanasies are bred. 
Where you are defined by other words that are said. 
A sea of voices laughing and tearing me apart, 
like a straitght jacket wrapped tight around my heart. 
Locked in a room the light hanging low, 
a bed nailed in the middle no where to go. 
Padded walls, the door sealed tight, 
im lost in this Asylum, this is my plight. 
Echos of lives, wandering lost souls, 
welcome to the world inside my head. 
Where demons and nightmares and fanasies are bred.

-me

Grief be mine, I ask you so, If not for you, I wouldn’t know, How life once was and then be still, How so precious, that death do steal. Because that grief, won’t go away, Learn to let it have its way.The link to love, a precious one, Is met with grief and still not done.The days do come, and nights do go, Grief will stay as time is so.And so a loved one passes on, And grief comes in and carries on.Does grief get better, I will ask, 
It’s hard to say, while at its task.There is grief to help us cope, I embrace grief with a warm grin and a handshake.

-me