$uicide Boy$: Pessimistic Poets

Joan of Ark

Never been a socalite just wanna stay home with you tonight seldom do I think with sober minds yet purgatory’s where I reside Enter the chamber of love, only to set it on fire and run claw at embers to… Continue Reading →

Seven Hi-Kills

I. Shades of aged Grey rage Mantras for moods of all days Bass booms help me (pray) II. (OW) my HEART my HEAD plagued by Life’s demonic dread Sole rest is Death’s bed III. Bedridden a year Ill vessle; blood… Continue Reading →

Capitalism: Catch 22

Money plagues my mind, switch the tracks of time Acid rain blinds my third eye, don’t know how to get by Spend a bunch of hours just to make a couple dollars Commas slice shared psilocybic senses to slivers Brought… Continue Reading →

Floral Royal

I’d love nothing more than if you brought me flowers, if you come by 10,000 degree bouquet may return me to the dirt Was Mr. Niceguy, now I feel like a fucking Viceroy From Ashes to ashen precious Midas petals… Continue Reading →

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