BrokenKlutch “Marilyn Mayce”
Violent Story
2005


Verse:

This is a violent story. Leather set for matrimony.
Jagged blade pocketed plotting for blood glory.

Revenge morning. The smell of sickness filled the air
The moon was the last light that evidence had declared.

The mere thought sparked the crave… drooling foam
Hunger had a mask itching the time it was alone.

To carry out the commandment. The instructional guide of rebel
10 steps of reverse. The system fit so well.

It was all about the timing now. Illusion activated
Reality don’t exist which made the movement fascinating

No rules. Nothing to holding it back.
The consequences were not a factor.

Mind, body, and soul already started travel to the next chapter
Alone still… the smile couldn’t be cleaner

Beaming at the targets leaving trails placed on paper.
Revealing the dialog that mystery ached for attention

Fun was aimed wrong. The pitch of the song was sung twisted
Pacing back and forth. Escalating the mischief

Tears of laughter came. Echoed thru the guts to the razor
Escaping out the tattooed vein.

Leaking the smoothing passion dripping on tar vapors
… Crows looked upon the cities children.

It started to venture out. Yelling out with knife in the pocket
A gun in the air… screaming it should’ve been happier…

(all hell’s about to break loose)