1,1,1-Trichloromethane

One time has no charm..

The repeated brilliance of obscenity
Leverage of an etched obliquity
And the sheer experience of omnipresence

Nothing ever escapes the curfew of a demented glimpse

Repetition causes a mental whirlpool that defecates sublime affairs
The myriad stars of conception succumb with the glow of the moon

Just like every kiss with the same lips generates sheer jolts of joy
Just like the wind that wash your face with the summer breeze
A painting is redrawn with every angle of the sun
Iteratively bursting a stale yeast of corruption in my mind

I don't mind if you kiss me now and leave me the courtesy to dream
I don't mind the sun bloating my skin should I shed the memories
I don't mind degrading into instability as long as I can mutter my rage
I do mind the sweet scent of my skin when I've got none of the above

Arsenic

It's a pathetic attempt to escape a recursive curse
Especially when you don't know where to run to

The obituary streams out like an ocean to reach out
And claim your soul for a cascade of broken dreams

Losing control of the shutter, and darkness reigns
Even the brightest day falls in the shade of gray

United by the pathetic excuse of living
Feelings collapse into the trap of despair
Stirred to boil, the faint smell triggers a gag
Followed by a complete submission to a dementia of joy

Memories are nothing but a burden
Smelted into the shape of experience

Lead

Velocity has its own ways to accelerate you against the walls
Smash you into despair to break your bones
The gaps held together with ligaments
Filled with the tears of agony
And strangely enough, a trickle of enjoyment

Our subordinate existence becomes a tool to cheap love games
Dancing along the sun to the rhythms of the dusk flies
Swatting the mosquitoes that deplete the reason in our blood
We slowly become the zombies that greet the dawn
Falling into the hands of an anonymous redemption
Living on the pretentious love of the lips that blossom the spring
Days disconnect, the film strip that is supposed to swing in front of our eyes
Burns down to the ground frame by frame
Audio track howling the grief of a life lost

Repentance only brings memories back
The dusty albums that mortify
As the eyes slowly squeeze out the tears
Undiscovered mistakes only haunt you in every step
As everything you have slips through your fingers
Cry out to the morbid sun that can't warm your soul
On these wretched days of solitude

Sigh
It will only get worse