Fractured

[Mr-Tambourine-Man]

Fractured
By John Scott Holman


Look into my frying egg yolk eyes.
My hustler's mouth tells only lies.
Don't trust me or befriend me.
When did self-destruction become so trendy?
I say a whispered prayer to James Dean,
And take another amphetamine,
Then reach into my bag of tricks.
Masks and disguises get me my kicks.
When chaos is my only comfort
I do not care if you are hurt,
Or if you do or do not love me,
Or if there is a God above me.
My identity lies in jagged pieces,
Reeking of death, disease and feces,
But smiling all the while in boyish deception.
Those who don't know better open their arms in warm reception.
I take them hostage without even trying,
I always tell the truth -- even when I'm lieing.

 

[DamagedLemon]

I am officially a fan and am especially fond of this bit that rhymes:

I say a whispered prayer to James Dean,
And take another amphetamine,

I once wrote something that basically explained that chaos is freedom:

When chaos is my only comfort

I can relate to this piece too well, sadly.
You are very talented.