The Dark Corner
(Where the Poets Converse)
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No Name - Written by Jason Wallace
Feel the needle
Plunge into skin.
Relax,
As the fear kicks in.
It's one thing
You won't forget.
It'll live in you...
One regret.
Your touch is numb.
You're oh so cold.
You don't know where it's from,
Maybe your absent mind.
It's so slow,
A delay in time,
As you die...
Minute by minute
In an unsheltered life.
Avert your eyes.
Drill the disgust
Down deep inside
It's a pleasure you fight and hide
Cuz you're nervous,
Yet still so full of pride.
Hold your breath
Your very last time.
There's a grave that awaits
With worms and slime.
Maggots will fester your flesh...
Unless you can live after death
And stay fresh
And be revived.
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Pushed Around - Written by Jason Wallace
If you're numb,
You don't feel the pain,
Not the one,
Not the same
Anything they entertain
With notions of pretending
They know self-restraint
Sentimental serenade
Of emptiness to irritate
Arrogance and innocence
Together yet don't make sense
Ignorance and abiding bliss
Indifferent like anytime and just like this
Along you go but can't seem to hold
Onto the only thing you've ever known
Blinded by their lights that they burn your eyes
Acting likeThey never meant
To cause you pain, to cause discontent
But the lies you despise
They force feed more to never realize
Or simply care nothing and watch you work your way
To insanity and self-decay
Replaced already before you're gone
Afraid to say that you're slow at response, at relay
But all that's wrong is just ok
They make you hate, make you that way
Make you wait for the chance to have the price to pay
For nothing gained and nothing changed
Rearranged yet all the same
Strangled down, entangled, drowned
Back up for more yet pushed back down
Pushed around, pushed around,
Pushed around, pushed around...
