Angelina Jollie murdered Brittany murphy with poison

Let´s not disregard the lip competition
Their looks and their potential
There´s only so much room in hollywood
The face value and roles that Brittany wouldn´t have
And Angelina now has

Dead and forgotten Brittany would have become an icon
lets not disregard the rivalry
Or underestimate the evil that fame lust may bring

The divine sound of breaking glass does ring
and the last drop of dark green liquid stains
the celebrity´s throat like a drain

Treating that pride

A piece of quick illusion
words that spin with desire
that encourage the pride
That flatters brazenly and carries beautiful boxes that are empty

A few well formed compliments to make you feel swell
A little exaggeration to biggen you
encourage that pride
To appeal to your sense of self

Oh but when that subtle lie goes to the krankhouse
Where doctors are overt in their treatment
When the bloated ego is strapped to the bed
like a dead camel with it´s luggage still packing it down into the sand
The sheets where truth stings an acre

The curtains are pulled and in come nurses
They are forcing medicine into the boasting mouth
Vaccines to destroy the hallucinations of grandeur
They are draining the ego inflated heart
The box is smaller but now it contains something

They cut the flesh and extract the worm, that unwholesome worm
And the overgrown sense of importance shrinks painfully

The evening

The roofs of the city are ablaze
Yet on the outskirts there are floods
drowning men and damsels
The open sewers are now crawling with plague infested rats
Both running from the water and running from the flame

Through a scream can I see the landscape
The sword falling toward the head
A volcano is the mind
And out on these streets where orphans feed on
the dead rodents they find, there comes a silent scream

Through the scream
Can I see the evening
Can I see the horseman and his bloodstained metal
The canals where life trickles in the form of corpses
being devoured as dusk slowly closes the door

The fire learns walls and ceilings
lighting up the darkness the evening is dealing
The floodwater rises swarming with crisis
Through the scream I see a table
it's the city where the evening throws the dice

An old man sits on the wooden decking in front of his cabin just outside the city
He lights his pipe and laughs
For in the morning they will build it up all again with purpose in their labor

Existance of approval

You put on none of those faces
None of that identity substitute
real should the breather be
They are us the bleeder and the breeder
we the grown evidence of the seed
blathering for approval

Faced with brick walls that our knuckles may not penetrate
Graffiti cartoons of ourselves that we may not communicate with
Broomsticks that fly half a meter off the ground then crash
like illusions of power and fantastical abilities
in a world where god gave us two hands

If you let yourself bleed your body will go cold and still
and if your soul reason to exist is to breed
breathless the breather will be in you
We are no more than pining infants, the humble evidence of our parent's seed
It seems recognition and approval has become a vital need

The frightened liver

Heart beneath our eyes
How we wait for a strength that seems will never come
The organs play and we are shaken from the spleen
until the frightened liver

How the backbones drum
and the fruit of the neck indeed humms
We can´t run right out of ourselves
but remain under the ribcage

The body is not some complicated machine
that turns itself on and off automatically
And in it hides your will to get out
and in it hides a frightened liver

Up the spine and around the colar bone
echos the mind screaming from the crown
as if it were the throne
Yet without the union the mind is a peasant

A creater of affliction and inner ghosts
That disturb the organs
and frighten the liver
blessed be the heart

 and beware in the event it swells
For misplaced emotions
Are the overpowering currents
that churn the oceans of hell

And fear it´s ancient Kraken
furiously confusing

So take this remedy to quell the evil
To treat your hub with love and care
and to extract the sting of the scare
Unite yourself and let it all pass by

All is hopeless without the union of the mind
the organs must sing each one fearless and loud
Til your liver knows not how to be scared
and your heart not how to be proud

Banging the wrath out

The sand and the Wind and the tides can shake it out of you
The hot breezeless streets seed it back in
Like a hill you age and climb, age and climb
And unless there´s a Cliff on the other side

You are going to walk down softly with a different view
Suffer us our demons shield and blade shield and blade
Nothing but your own appropriate spirit will let you save
And suffer us our shortcomings till they burst with shame

Beating the wooden floors into shape with the conscience hammer
beating out the splinters and filling in the gaps
Banging the wrath out of it and varnishing it with compassion
Observe a transformation that allows the love to live there

The rage and sadness dries up like tears and blood
Yet it doesn´t stain the glossy floor

The thing behind your eyes

The noisy quiet from behind your eyes
That knows when to burp and knows when to cry
The ghost that hones itself to separate
Not invited in like some dinner guest

An empty thing stands over it
puts it's weight on it and suffocates it
Pulls it and pushes it dislodging it from the fabric of your being
yet anger and sadness send it back a yowling dog

And the noisy quiet, boasts dominion
The pain and protest rings like a siren
I awaken as if submerged in bathwater
hunting the imposter in your watery eyes