So, this was originally written a little while ago, and while it might not reflect where I am now, it certainly sums up how I felt when I wrote it. I sort of think it's one of the better written things I've done. I don't know, I just like this one, and felt like fucking off modesty and being a little proud for once.

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Oh I know they're made of cards but I'll still wish a plague on both your houses.
Get myself clean by infecting the king and queen of this fucking scene.
Oh and so it might sound hard but I just want to say to you your death rattle's gorgeous.
It will lull me to a decent nights sleep for the first time in weeks maybe months maybe years.

And I could dream
Of spotlights and searchlights and highlights and lows.
And I could scream
Or I could keep it all shut up and locked up and silent.
Quiet like a snake in the grass, like a snake in your heart.

Attention, seekers, I think I have found just the stage you were looking for
I know you've got a social ladder to climb but give thinking a thought.
How do you feel about life, love and literature?
How do you feel about another drink when you pick your white face off the mirror?

The king and queen are ridden with disease, taking applause, taking whatever they need.
The priorities of pointless hierarchies come to the fore at the coolest parties.

Playing dumb isn't cute anymore, so just as well you're no longer just playing.
Bring out the vultures.
You bring out the vulture in me.
We pick the meat from your bones, we're eating, but you're paying.

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I'll try to make the next one not be a song.