Patrick Tincher

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Do you know what your entrails look like
Well you will soon find out
I already know, I'm going to cut you open
With a rusty spoon
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2.

Yellow lions encircle me
Golden eyes reflecting my unabashed gaze
A lone fool in a sea of pride
Both sides unwilling to back down
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My life is a genocide
But not of flesh and bone
More like heart and mind
You know your screwed when they attack your life long teachings
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Dig your grave
Just to die
Death is the penalty for fleeing
Fleeing like a dog tail between legs cowering
...

See I'm a magician
Playing games with you mind
Acting on this stage called life
You wanna see me vanish?
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There's no pity for you
Inside my hearse shaped heart
I was in the exact same position
What did you say?
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Cross my heart
Hope to die
Stick a needle in my eye
Watch me make this solemn oath
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I look into your eyes and see eight of me
You weave lies like none other
Ensnaring me with the slightest whim
Cocooned in tight I struggle to breath
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Inside my head thoughts unfold
Sad thoughts
Happy thoughts
Mostly thoughts of you
...

10.

I see you standing there
A little whisper in my ear
Dressed to please
Dressed all in black
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11.

Eyes red as the setting sun
Unearthly rage fills my head
Fists clenched
Eyes set to kill
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12.

Look at Mr. Moneybags
A well rounded monster
Smoking his cigar
The epitome of the American Dream
...

13.

Little green monsters running loose
Running amuck
Killing thoughts of happiness
Turning your eyes to jade
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14.

Sluggard crawling through life
Laziness like a plague overrunning me
A brown disease slowly oozing down my limbs
Making it impossible to move
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15.

I stumble I fall
Does anyone care at all
You ask if I’m ok, I say I’m alright
But I cry myself to sleep at night
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16.

They say you reap what you sow
I reaped I sown
Call me a failure
Call me a hero
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Blood Splatter on the wall
Bodies on the floor
Why my lover why?
You said you loved me
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18.

Ouch, This burns!
This playing with fire
I can't quite manage
To not burn these
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Your trapped
In a closet
Forced to see
But never taste it
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20.

Awaken sleepy head
Wake up oh sleeper
Arise from your living death
Get it off your chest
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Patrick Tincher Biography

I am a Christian who writes about many things, mostly blood, gore, and depression. Yes, I have had to struggle with depression, and no I don't want your sympathy. Some of my work is about how much I hate society, and some stuff is just random. Feel free to dropp a comment. I plan to self publish my poems and short stories some day.)

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Dripping Blood

Do you know what your entrails look like
Well you will soon find out
I already know, I'm going to cut you open
With a rusty spoon
Blood dripping from my now filthy hands
Pulling the never ending rope of life
Right our of your trunk
Until the light leaves your eyes

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