JACOB: Marathons in mile high shoes. I swear they mocked your defenses. Woke up in Lady Luck's clothes. Brick walls on the offensive.  PATRICK: Veins throb. Hangovers. One night stands. Cash never stays in the wallet long. Twelve hour days. I've never seen the sun.  J: Twelve days of sleep. I built an iron mask. 9 to 5 a war inside my head.  Clouded. Warhead.  J&P: Meaning's left us.  Blank page best seller.  Breathing faster.  Falling last in the race.  Sin inside us.  Where did I once begin?  Paint my skin white.  Hide even my eyes.  Sweat drips. Sheets soaked.  Curtains revealing weakness.  Shiver through the night.  Night terrors my only guest.  Six shooters ring from the high windows.  This is the big city, Baby.  Bright lights. Dark nights.  J: You must admit, you've never known cold.  This season's mist has taken the bold.

JACOB: Journey home, random destination. A bed to sleep in keeps the demons at bay.  J&PATRICK: Sketch from corner to corner. Just pay the bills and you will never feel lonely again.  J: Go out and play, just mind who you take gifts from.  Go home and pray, and don't dare miss a single one.

PATRICK: Cold cement beds where the world is welcome. Just to feel.  JACOB: They feast on flesh. Losing proof of who you were. Find out who you were in the past and shout out to find it. The echoes never grace your ears.  P: We have a gun and a trigger and the bullets to deliver. Our brains can't wait to see the sun.

JACOB&PATRICK: Products of our own devices. Now we are falling down this hole we have dug ourselves.  J: Face it, you are lost.  Taste it, taste the shame.  Forget, lose each night.  Repeat, repeat.  Falling down.  P: This youth is. Drowning. Burning. Freedom rings in our ears.  J: Peaks looming and staring. Witness.  P: We treat the whole wide world like a gift to us.  J: It is not ours.

PATRICK: This is life as we know it coming to a close. All the money raised is going to the pits.  JACOB: Forward time and lose your mind and unleash it all on the kids.  P: Burning all our babies, for they need not suffer.  J: Recycle all the people, get back your five cents. No more mouths to borrow, no more lungs to feed from. No pain, no Gein.

PATRICK: Reach inside yourself to find what's left.  JACOB: Car's on empty, bank's on empty, dream's are full, but the map is gone.  P: Preaching the bleeding. These three words. You will burn.  J: Gravity fluctuates when you skate on Escher concrete,  Rag doll, cut your strings, pick yourself up, put your feet down.  P: Our teeth rot from our mouths. Our tongues are not our own. I taste the blood in my gums. J: Bus stop cardiac arrest trash can hospital. Make a voice, tear down emptiness, push the matter up, draw the eyes in your direction, draw the fate in your reaction. Watch your work glow.  P: Friends. Listen to me. Hear all my pleas. I'm down on my knees. Won’t you try to set this life straight? Don't be a waste of time. These complications. These segregations.

PATRICK: Pray to your god. Go home. Crucified in stone.  JACOB: Stone chamber, damp hallways, finding riddles in the scraps. Press on, each key, unlocks a monster.  Walk. Violent or fake, your mind unravels all the same.  Can't find enough matches in the dark,  The tools are missing in the lake,  Need to bury this lost art,  The monsters chase relentlessly,  The path leads me to this church,  The altar continues to bleed.  J&P: Mother. Where are you?  Father. Where are you?  These demons have taken me in.  They are calling me their own.

PATRICK: Browning leaves. Keys to the city. Let me inside your mind.  JACOB: How long in a padded cell?  Cotton seeps out my mouth.  P: Don't leave me all alone.  J: Hands pressing against my skull.  10 to 20 seeking escape.  The walls don't hold the right key.  A key of tissue never unlocked anything.  J&P: Go home. Go home.  The beasts are out.  They feast on us. P: Bubblegum pink walls ooze your dreams to green.

JACOB: In-room delivery, I send it back with vomit.  Walls changing hue, like a student's belt.  Learn your steps child.  Learn your steps child.  PATRICK: We sit fetal at best. Laugh at ourselves with no excuse to jest. Crest fallen, destitute, pathetic crawling creatures.

JACOB: Restraints, I'm limbless, they're lucky this time.  But a kiss, I'll spit,  You're welcome my dear, take care.  Take care!  PATRICK: Pieces of pieces of pieces left behind. The fire has engulfed us. We're stuck! We're stuck! There is no safety in these numbers.  J: Would you like to stay in my cloud sometime?  You did one hell of a job!  Keep screaming! I love it!  P: He's always right behind you. He's always thinking mean. Creep upon the victim. Leave no trace behind.  J: God, you're mine.  Going home, I'm still with you.  See your husband? It's just me.  You're all I think of.  I'm all you think of.

PATRICK: Please the kings. The peasants will only cause hurt.  JACOB: Keep screaming, I love it!  P: These scissors have split and taken our eyes with. Blindly wander down the pit. Goddamn, what a fortune.  J: Keep screaming, I love it. Just one more stain you have to clean. Until next time. Until next time my dear. I'll see you again.

JACOB: You'll always be mine.  PATRICK: Blessed be thee. The bugs have multiplied. We are without our savior. He abandoned all to rot.  J: You're my beast, my pet.  I'll never let you go.  Even after I'm dead.  You're stuck with me, you miserable shit.  This is what you get.

Ben Doyle. O'Doyle Rules If Ben can't do it, no one can. Why? Because he is the man. He knows the future and the past. Get in his way, he'll kick your ass.

All these Parnassian phrases I try to utter. Well, I must say, you're a real humdinger. And I am a monad. Watch these sentences I build.  Please, I beg you not to fleer.          Focus.  I feel like all the planets dancing on your orrery. And as you spin me on your fingers, I can't help but joggle. And I become dissilient. Watch me dissolve Daughter You shake in your steps The gears keep grinding Steam spewing from the pipes Counting every breath Let go Just let go I feel like a bauble. I feel like a jester's scepter. I know you lift your peplum for all of the tongues who ask. I know you lift your chambray for every voice you hear. I know you wear your toile for all of your male callers. I’ve provided all you need Unstable trace leviathan  Cache from cold and twisted womb Alone abomination Drain the excess Maintain your gingham. Maintain your habiliments. Skedaddle.

This road you paved for me has become anfractuous. Counting every breath  Check your bordereau. It's printed with an ikat. Skedaddle. All this world can be is serotinal. All this world can be is pari passu. I was born drowning Like a roach in a mall A mole’s den in a concrete ash tin My friends are on the other side of the looking glass Dying each day and safer than I  I’m feeling compressed  The weight of the world on both sides Current so turbulent he tosses us around Left standing on your hands Can’t tell up from down Come home so we can auspicate. Come home.

We are God's cause for washing away the world You sailed in on your corsair. You rule your own gynarchy. All these bulbous creatures riding on our feet. And all they ask is for a pittance. And so they meander, never knowing where to go. And beg us as troubadours to listen to their songs. But of all their doggerel lines That manage to bedraggle me. Their Viceroy of Country has left me lower than any. "I know just where to look when you’ve been gone too long." And it says: "I know just where to look when you’ve been gone too long." And it says: "I know just where to look when you’ve been gone too long." And it says: "I know just where in Hell to look when you’ve been gone too long." From this quincunx of branches. Hang ten gibbous men. Though their necks are broken, they all play their psalteries. And through an od force the hangman finishes them. They are limp and lifeless, lacerated straight through. Without sign of espousal

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In brighter days than this,  We were closer than this.  We've forgotten the equation,  so now we are a fraction of what we should be.  The sun seems to always be setting now.  Everything is orange and a darker version of itself.  Everybody has that one.  Whose face will never leave them.  It floats among the memories.  That you both created.  Getting harder to see you now.  I don't know what steps to take or in what direction.  Don't forget. I loved you when.  Don't forget. Remember when.  I dropped my rusted bicycle into the weeds.  To let it sink into the soil.  Soon my roots will devour it all,  And lift it atop my branches.  I'll give everything I can to you,  Until they read "Return to Sender."  But, now that she's gone.  And you've been up for three whole nights.  Can you think of a better way out of this mess?  That you both created.  I won't dissolve but I can feel myself fall.  I won't dissolve but I can feel the coming fall.  My head feels empty.  There's something wrong and I'm not okay.  Remember when you would catch me every time I fell?  Well, I'm falling.  On the shore you walked from me.  The sand less soft than it was before.  Sticks to my clothes as I make tracks on the shore.  Is this how I lose you?  Can you even still feel?  I know that you are still real.  All dressed up for sex appeal.  Don't ever leave me again.  My world's empty without you in it.  And if you can't forgive my sins.  Then I'm better off dead.  I wish for once that we could follow the rules of this madness.  We set before ourselves because they only ever lead to sadness.  And I know that my desires may sometimes bring out the worst of me.  But if part of you still wants to see then please won’t you set her free. Just set her free. I start to follow vapor trails in the sky.  Leading me to new possibilities.  But you are on the planes that lead me far ahead,  Past hills I can't scale.  I dig tunnels with tooth and nails to get there,  Until I break bone and find comfort in the grave that I dug for myself.

The floor creaks under your feet  Drowning out the silent roar  Eyes gaze barely from a safe distance  Rooms, floors, memories  Shifting, sifting  Empty bed  Never slept  Floor littered with words  Walls littered with fears  Ceiling caving in  Crushing all I've said, accustomed to the dark  Ceased my struggle  Stopped the begging Forgotten freedom  Gaping mouth  Jaw unhinged  This darkness swallows me whole  I hear my mind dripping on the floor, This is unrelenting  Tormented hearts, repeating  Missing pieces, stolen  Punisher; relentless, unmerciful  You're trapped! Imprisoned  Fouled the incantation  I feel a creature living in The shadows beneath both my eyes  Hiding in my darkened circles Blackening my sight and my mind Your demon looks so much like mine My demon looks so much like you Secrets found in a red velvet bag  Will you ever see your friends again?  No one could guess this is what life had in store,  So unfair and cruel but this isn't life anymore  Those you knew changed  Growing outward, grasping and reaching  Like vines, twisting around the trees, killing them, suffocating  Murder  Premeditated  Resignation  Withering  Forgotten the use of friends  Hydratation   from the blood that forms in my mouth  Bubbling sores  Feast on the flesh that is presented  Get  out  of  my  head  Whose eyes are these that watch me? Never seen  I know they are there. Patient and lingering. Passionate suffering  No longer seeking a light to blind me  The darkness has blinded me enough  Stories plastered on the walls  Dripping to the ground  This building sinks lower in hell  Taking shape based on your will  It's alive because of her  They died because of her  The men are just puppets  Pulled by their own unraveling seams  Living an endless cycle  Empty torment  now I start to feel it the nightmares are just beginning  Thick  Calloused  These scars make up my whole body  A dead tree in the wind I have no more leaves to give I hoped to get used to these pains  But that time has yet to come I doubt that it ever will  This feeling of dread rises inside me  Becomes my gravity and crushes me until I give in  Secondary witness, experience death  Find sympathy  Agonizing thirst, fatigue, hunger  Pretty little noose  Inviting deathbed  Be swallowed whole  Welcomed with open arms, claws  Vice grips in eternity of rot and decay  Your new friends are here  No more smiles, no more laughing  Eyes staring infinite  The company is full  Hell is full Will you ever find your friends again?  Your demon looks so much like mine My demon looks so much like you And now I start to feel it  The nightmares are beginning