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Moshpit

Muscles aching/
I'm numb, replaying/
That rumble shaking/
With my stomach quaking/
Nothing takes me/
Back like running anxious/
To the understated/
Field of battle I love so greatly/
I must of made three/
Trips or more, these cluttered faces/
Are dumb and angry/
But dull and patient/
Enough to pummel angsty/
Teenagers suffocating/
In the center of a club for crazy/
Misfits who with unencumbered glazing/Eyes consider these troubled cages/
Of ruddy faces/
And clumsy straight edge/
Kids with pumping blazing/
Eyes rushing brazen/
Into a drunken maze/
Of destructive raging/
Trouble waning/
A lovers daydream/
My pulse is racing/
With that pumping bass it/
Undulates in/
My heart, I lunge to taste it/
It's like fucking wasted/
In a muddy basement/
As the tundra laden/
Landscape outside has icy puddles breaking/
Each time you step you plunge and savor/
The pungent flavor/
Of lust and anger/
Busting halos/
While cuddling angels/
Don't crush the payload/
Just trust as rainflows/
Down the rusty pain so/
Unjustly aimed towards/
Your lush untamed soul/
That God will come and save you/
Deconstruct the angle/
Bounce to the bar/
The sound is a part/
Of the massively dark/
Masterpiece sought/
By us in this place, tragically barbed/
Wire fences/
Might of left this/
Smattering off/
Of what I'm asking to fawn/
Over tonight, bask in your dawn/
As flashes of bronze/
From the sun add to your God/
Given beauty, can't handle the thought/
Of passing and not/
Approaching, but damn it's bizarre/
How a crash at the wrong/
Time could stab in my heart/
Catching a star/
With my alchemist's charm/
Clouds won't depart/
So I dabble with darts/
As the hourglass starts/
To add to the notch/
I'm having to carve/
As my paneling drops/
From the rattling tops/
Of my canopy's palm/
Trees, clashing with bras/
On the floor, uncannily swapped/
As our hands become claws/
Leaving passionate scars/
Unraveling lots/
Of buried trauma/
A scary promise/
That if you bare these problems/
To me I can wear these garments/
Like a cherished armor/
Do you care if all the/
World would declare me monstrous/
Since I'm an apparent lodge in/
This town for despair and drama/
No more screaming as my larynx softens/
And you bear me strongly/
As I'm staring caught in/
This clearing moshpit/
The beer leaves promptly/
And I'm nearing calm seas/
Appearing lost in/
Need of a safe haven/
I may change in/
Time but just know I aim daily/
To attain greater/
Love and attain favor/
So let the whiskey fade/
On this trippy wave/
As we misbehave/
And we claim paydirt/

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