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Date Posted: 08:51:08 04/04/08 Fri
Author: Vincible
Subject: Spraypainted Bodies

He sits back and lights a cigarette
for a minute its as if
him and the smoke are intimate
the doom imminent in this room
Muses spinning the weave on fates loom
whom would have the pen
to change the plot twist?
I guess righteous paths are monotonous
the sound of a chainsaw and a grunge riff
a naked mephista is his beloved
a hipster with a waninh faith
class act in a generation of kids
raised by primetime and videogames
rascal power and an institutionalized mind
the Lord's prayer for him is
A kudos to Columbine, undermining
what Zeus says is wholesome
An outcast lost in egomania

Ashes hit his arm and he shifts
lifts the sunglasses over his eyes
the toxic fumes create impromptu mist
he wears it as a lucid disguise
a spitty filter reminds him of moist blood
stains that could never wash off
they were already embedded in his soul
A sociopath's will cannot be controlled
a graduated orphan with gothic tattoos
a celtic cross, a prayer for the Anti-Christ
he has the poise of a rockstar
the knife goes into your throat
then out, then...sight goes BLACK
another compulsive action he can't take back
a dyslexic purveyor of body language
...sledgehammer and nine inch nails
you are the sacrifice tonight
if you're lucky Valhall wil accept
your SPRAY-PAINTED BODY

he finishes his cigarette
just the same his soul is extinguished
the anguish he gives is the same he receives
this dyslexic purveyor of body language
stares into the mirror and grieves
his meaning long lost and can't be retrieved.............

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