Fly by Night

You’re acting shady

Always got something better to do 

And better ain’t that at all 

If you fall 

I won’t answer your call 

Next time around 

Cause you’re even more 

Of what you were trying to get away from 

You’re known for being that guy 

Why?

Something’s up 

You’re in the shade 

And I’m starting to feel a bit played 

Whatever it is 

You always get caught up 

In the Bullshit 

In the next thing 

Your next fling 

And everything else falls down

You pick and choose what kind of person is you 

And what you do 

Do it without me then 


Amateurs (don’t take things or this so seriously)

Thirteen ways

To kill your lover 

A hundred and one ways to die 

It pays 

To be 

Cemented in your ways

Or does is pay to be 

Wild in the streets

Like a wild card 

Jump up jump around 
New York girls

Are too hip

As they hop

To the top 

of the Empire state building 

Which I don’t care to ever climb 

A Hot house
As Cold 

As your unbearable heart

Finish what you start, you say

As everything slowly starts to shift 

Deterioration, they said

Right before it was dead 

It was everything that ever was

That is not a thing any more 

That couple over there 

Kindly lent their owner

To the dogs 

Frequencies are 
Less frequently

Felt in the air 

The less we care

The more we 

Dread

The dead

That’s a coming

Round the bend 

So buckle up partner 

It’s coming to the end 

The perfect partner

Of An imperfect pair 

Doesn’t dare 

Taunt

The electronic wizard 

Or 

The human lizard

But will haunt 

The Spirit hunter

And the Catholic priest 

Who will soon sit down  

For the mighty feast 

And break some bread 

And both get fed  

The last supper 

Is a coming soon 

Blasted allegories
Blast past noon 

You are Not there

In the making

the making that never was 

Was never there within you

  Take me to the river 

Drown me in the water

Let it cover me up 

And Let my body sink low 

The more you say

The less you know 

Misleading 

Misreadings

Draw on you now

Like the raise of an arm 

And the hand that signals the alarm 

To wake up 

Wake up 

WAKE THE FUCK UP

Before it’s too late  

wait it already is …

-kyoko cole 2017

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taking a break where i can

the drugs
fuck everything up
and everything is a drug
so what does that say?

nothing…
it rips out your heart
and tears out your soul
and everything you loved
and all of your love
you trash and destroy
and blame
and ignore

it’s not you
it’s not even me
it’s everything we allow inside us
that ruins it all

we let the shit that kills us in
before we let each other in

open the door for the devil
but put up a wall for me

it breaks my heart
that i have to let you go
it breaks my heart
that you don’t try to make me stay

it breaks my heart
but
it was me who gave my heart away

 

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