Go to ParanoidInPlaid's poetry

You don't know what happens anymore

And you'll never know what happens again

You don't know what happens anymore

Its become so hard to define a real friend

A mind is a terrible thing to waste

And so is money

A laugh of nerves, cos really this shit isn't funny

So you take off the laugh

Got a problem, problem, problems

Wanna blast it, scream it, shout

'til its entire essence gets out



STOP!



I'll end up in the loony bin or prison

Cos I'm a wanted murderer

I mean I wanna murder ya

But I could never hurt you

So I turn the blade on me

Not knowing what I'm doing

The tip of the knife touches my skin

Then lunges right through it

The tip of the knife touches my skin

Then lunges right through it

In this fight with myself

In the nightmare

Wake me up and yell for help



Step Back!



In this battle of brains

I feel like a featherweight

Going up against a heavyweight

So inhale, exhale

Hoping I'll just float away in the smoke

I'm probably just a faulty piece of bad karma

A vessel of rage

Stressed fulla hate



Watching something on TV

About how paranoid Alex Jones is

So he screams at the screen

"hey Alex what about the rest of us paranoid freaks..?..

..who can't afford bodyguards and home CCTV"



We think we hate where we live

And the time we're living through

But really we hate our friends

,our fathers, mothers

,sisters , brothers

But the real confusing part is

That we love them to



We think we hate where we live

And the time we're living through

But really we hate ourselves



What?



He calls a hooker but tonight

He doesn't think he'll be able to let her leave alive

Just because you cant imagine it

Doesn't mean its not there

So he tries to sit still and stop shaking

Like he's not scared

Then a knock at the door

..she's there

He pays the call girl upfront

With a crisis loan cheque

And then they go upstairs

After sex he falls asleep on her breasts

3AM is when they next have sex

Beneath the beauty of her face

He sees the demonic interior

That he sees in everyone else

So as if in self defence

He picks the knife up of his bedroom floor

Running the side of it across her nipples

Then he softly strokes her throat with the blade

This gets her off

She bites her lip 'til it bleeds

Then her teeth release and she screams

There's a hypnotic gleam in her eyes

That he stares into mesmerised

Meanwhile the knife and his hand fight

The knife strokes her thigh

Ready to dive into her skin

And his hand pulls it back

Then the knife whispers under her chin

And his hand pulls it back again

After ejaculation

He gives her the knife and says;

"I really wanted to kill you..

..will you please kill me

..because I don't want to die alone"



Written 22nd June 2012