The Hit

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I can’t believe she put a hit out on me

After all I said, after all I’ve done

I can’t believe she took a hit out on me

They said it wasn’t personal,

It wasn’t what they were meant to do

But taxes aren’t free and times aren’t cheap

So just lie down and go to sleep

They said they’d make it fast

That I wouldn’t feel a thing

They said it would all be

Like nothing more than dream

I can’t believe she put a hit out on me

After all I did, after all I said

I thought I meant more

I thought I meant more to her

I can’t believe she took a hit out on me

They said it wasn’t personal,

They said I didn’t come cheap

Small tokens,

Small, small tokens to take

They were right

I wouldn’t feel a thing

This whole scenario’s

Numbed me deep

I can’t believe she put a hit out on me

After all I did, after all I would’ve done

I’d have thought

I’d have thought this

Would’ve been something I’d have done

Never though, did I think

That this she’d be capable of the such

I can’t believe she took a hit out on me

They said it wasn’t personal,

That all they needed was my heart

To which I stopped and laughed aloud…

As my heart had been broken long before

She ever took a hit out on me…

The Black Mask Of Love

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Black mask on!

white’s aglow

familiar yet still unknown

black mask on!

scars concealed,

skin forever sealed from view

loving me is like suicide

slowly drains the life in you

loving me is like suicide

you’ll feel trapped; you’ll feel lost

and soon… there’ll be nothing left of you

Black mask on!

chamber’s spun

rotates until

the last shell’s won,

the end’s revealed

Black mask on!

slipping away

faceless seems like everyday

all that you’ve done, so little won

for a love grown stale, the mirror tells the truest tale

loving me is like suicide

you ignore the signs; you pray instead of run

loving me is like suicide

without knowing the how, where and when

Black mask on!

pressed to skin

asphyxiation

cutting deep within

Black mask on!

dreaming upon anything

preying upon everyone

wishing…for only all of this to end

loving me is like suicide

Mercury or heroine

tracts to arm

to fuel the spark

needed to let this love survive

Black mask on!

searching for

meanings that just aren’t there

loving me is like suicide

first you love and then you die

loving me is never right

only darkness, never light

Black mask on!

seeking high and searching for

locked doors you’ll never find 

loving me is like suicide

craving deeply loves embrace

loving me is like suicide

in spite of knowing it all will be erased

Black mask on!

Ode to Metal

As vibrations shimmy up the leg

Laying claim to the chambers in my head

Resonate and Reverberate, the rise, the fall

A possession of the body, overtaking it all

Piercing thoughts escape this cage

Subliminal concept replacing sight

Urging violence, seeking fights

A forgotten shell consumed with rage

I hate metal

For how it makes me feel

Alive, awake

Cold as steel

I hate metal

Because it’s more real than real

A bass-line outlines my every step

A haunting rhythm with each breath

Today, tomorrow I’ll have no choice,

Despite the anger and the pain

There’s but one thing I can possibly do

And that’s Metal, I declare myself to you


I wrote this poem a few years ago, and to be perfectly honest, I'm beat.  I wrote a couple haikus earlier today and as pitiful as it might sound, It knocked me out.  Did some reading, some great poems over at the Dual-Themed Poetics tonight, but my fingers betray me, refusing to type, even know as I write this simple note.  So, that all said, i'll be back around to visit tomorrow, when hopefully this exhaustion will take it's leave.  After all, one can only sleep so much in a day right?  But enough of that.  Swing on over to D'Verse, where Brian and Gretchen are co-hosting.  I had this piece about music, which conveniently fit into Gretchen's theme, Brian's mad libs post is definitely something I'll try using, perhaps for tomorrow's post.  In any case, swing on by and get your fill on some excellent poetry.