The contralto croak of honking horns,
And a gurgling gush of sinuous sewers.
Warbling whistle of crude catcalls,
And trill tunes of metal meeting metal.
A shrill shriek of broken belts,
And gridlock’s growl in a concrete copse.
Fiercely feral, the savage city.
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Come stay with us, we’ll take good care.
There’s no reason to stay elsewhere.
Check into the Blue Spruce Motel;
We’re so fond of our clientele.
Once they have entered, so few dare
To ever leave their cozy lair.
They’re helplessly under our spell,
Come stay with us…
Wake up here from your dark nightmare.
We take great joy in your despair.
We’re far off, go ahead and yell,
For no one hears your screams in hell.
We keep the guests that we ensnare.
Come stay with us…
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Tell me that you’ll love me forever,
That I’m the only one for you.
Fill my head with promises,
Bother not with the facts.
I crave deception…
The best part of
BeLIEving
Is the
LIE.
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Hushed is the seaside.
There is a chill in the air.
One last time I dig
My toes deep into the sand
As the sun sets on summer.
All she ever wanted was to be famous,
Her name on a marquis embellished with light.
One who could trigger a media circus,
Or outshine the stars like a meteorite.
She could not be compared to the rest of us,
Never had another burned quite as bright.
Her whole life she chased Hollywood’s lies,
Until she died unknown with stars in her eyes.
Carrie Mayhem 