The Badrock Trilogy

- The Thin White Joke -

A martyr to love you can hear his cries

killing the joke he's always despised

bruised, battered, bloodied, broken

dwelling in the void where hope is woven

here are we; oblivious, transparently caring

blind to the torture at which we're staring

fooling him again, injecting pleasure into his silly brain

you do nothing but smile as he grows insane

what is it I should feel now

loss, anger, sorrow?

Is it normal to feel this uncaring

fixated on starting again tomorrow?

Here am I

eyes flashing in fury but without thunder

hot bathwater rising up my face

ears blind to the world I slip under

nothing but the muffled beats of my heart,

at first she was interested

but in bitterness now we part -

the 12am chimes call shrill and loud

in the pale lover's abyss he can be found

a figment of my ego, he's cold, pallid in state

stealing innocence he twists and pulls and manipulates

dressing in suits and designer attire

luring any woman that takes the time to admire

ignorant to society, forging his own fashion

dangerously devoid of any emotion or passion

sick from the sleep deprivation

sick of waking up with eyes bloodshot red

he collects the souls of his many lovers

sipping at their lives as their bodies lie frozen dead.

- The Pallid Badrock Lover -

It's cold and dark but he no longer cares

probably safe to say he no longer feels

the lights are turned down dim

no sound 'xcept the wheeze of the wind outside

the walls are bare, at emptiness he stares

you only realise what you've lost when it's gone

nothing but half drunk cocktails and cocaine

within his callous pale facade he hides

what's done is done, but never forgiven

he gave it all, all of what could be given

they spat it back, threw it all in his face

now here he rots in isolation suspended in disgrace

conniving vultures they tore him apart

ridicule upon ridicule lashed upon his heart

bought them diamonds, gold, anything a woman could ever need

rather than love they acted out of jealousy and greed

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once there were birds that sang at the start of every morn

right outside his bedroom window

oh how he regrets their sudden passing

their joyful tweets made this world seem so kind

now he wakes with a head crippled, a face tightly drawn

hunger being that of gnawing addiction

caring for nothing but the *Caviar* and it's forbidden magic

helping him leave all the pain behind

guided like a train to its next station

total self-destruction his only destination

languishing in drugs, screwed-out sex

that it was all his fault I guess

the Pallid Badrock Lover will never accept.

- The Final Station -

There he sat at the Grand Piano smoking a joint

eyes eclectic blue, narrowed to a point

a lover in season, expressing attraction in rays

woman after woman falling under his gaze

[Oh here are we, transparently caring]

shirt casually unbuttoned, chest bare, white

radiating beneath his own spotlight,

thinking he's adorable, pledging their hearts to him

with the grace of an Angel he takes them in

[ignorant to the torture at which we're staring]

a masochistic shark of society devoid of a fin

addled with cocaine and getting under everyone's skin -

cutting with words sharp as razors

thanking the Lord and his many fucking saviours

hammering away at the keys he sings a song of pure devotion

whilst sorely lacking in any physiological emotion

failing to see beyond this act, succumbing to all he may ask

it's only when the drugs ran out did he accidentally drop his mask

only a quick slip but a slip was enough

the smooth facade suddenly becoming corrosive and rough

backing up from the devilish contempt that had flickered through his eyes

the crowd around him exploded in startled cries

a thin white joke he cares for nobody but himself

forever dwindling into the abyss of eternal ill-health

with a crashing bang he threw his glass to the floor

erupting with anger in a blistering roar

reaching

chasing

hands clenched into fists

laughing in the face of death he blows it a kiss

["ARGH!"]

falling to the floor

clutching his chest -

heart suddenly stopping dead and, well,

I suppose you can guess the rest.

RIP