Just a Cigarette

Can you hear the bells toll? It's Christmas sale at the mall Can you see the horizon burn? Glowing neon of grocery store So you believed they cut off your wings These marks on your back are whip scars What you thought was a morning star Was just a cigarette lit in the dark You dream of wielding a sword True hero that saves the world But you will die in bed, alone Scared, obese, most likely overdose So you believed they cut off your wings These marks on your back are whip scars What you thought was a morning star Was just a cigarette lit in the dark You already know That you are not in control You'rе being controlled You already know That you are not choosing You're being sold You already know That you are not buying You've been bought Gift-wrapped and delivered So you believed they cut off your wings These marks on your back are whip scars What you thought was a morning star Was just a cigarette lit in the dark Doors open when you knock Answers come when you ask So give up, bend over and pray I mean pay, it's time to pay

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 24, 2025

All of them sweet little lambs end up as deaf stray dogs Chasing their tails tirelessly barking up the wrong tree Living in fear to leave in fear pissing their dens, whining holy hymns Hello death I'm back No place like home Grave sweet grave Inquisitive philosophers Influencers and followers Fat bishops and their golden rings Skinny thieves with all gold teeth Bridges, churches and dollhouses Emptiness swallows everything Hello death I'm back No place like home Grave sweet grave Moth fluttering around the candle loves light but fears the heat and yet the flame is inevitable You can run but you can't hide You can pray but why waste time You're born, you blink and then you die I have wrestled with death. It is the most unexciting contest you can imagine. It takes place in an impalpable greyness, with nothing underfoot, with nothing around, without spectators, without clamour, without glory, without the great desire of victory, without the great fear of defeat*. *Joseph Conrad – Heart of Darkness

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 24, 2025

Divide et impera Unfollow and report So easy to feel better Throwing digital rocks Smug righteous citizen Chained to his desk Made of the tree of the knowledge Playing god and gaining weight Eye for an eye Opinions like opiates Tooth for a tooth Comments like convictions (x2) Roaring lion hidden behind His wireless mouse Supreme court ruling the state From their parent's house Eye for an eye Opinions like opiates Tooth for a tooth Comments like convictions (x3) Cancer! (x5) Cancer Culture Eye for an eye Opinions like opiates Tooth for a tooth Comments like convictions (x2)

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 24, 2025