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Headhunters live for to see you dead

Watching in glee as you tap dance on life’s thin edge

Lingering, but never to actually live

And you have no thoughts of any enemies standing by  disguised as friends

Who won’t let you in to breathe or out to leave

And each heave of your chest to draw a breath

Must come to protest every loss of love along the way

One by one like rows of dominoes fallen each after the other-down

Has drowned each lover that had made an offer

Or that stood secretly found

On wings that fly them away in this gusty gale you made

Where even your sadness has grown rusty

Headhunters with slews of lewd voodoo dolls, they intend to use

To stick pins in to master your moods

And each doll has a name

Beer, Cigarette, Speed, Meth, Cocaine-all the same

And I the poet (the snitch) can channel whats in their heads

And I know they live to see you dying until you are dead

In a pathetic fit-with a piss on it

To see you flung into a ministers hussy fit of a hell on earth-And to smell

And all the poets will tell, that the Headhunters stood by snickering

At circles broke out around your eyes

At an addicts hastily placed goodbyes

At that shallow glaze in a jaundiced eye

Choked up with a puke in which a tongue lies

To lie a lie that this is the LAST time to slip

When you actually SKIPPED down that hellish hole

Dark, Dank, And Deep

In search of a high with naughty cries

For freedom and liberty to let you in

So you can claw your way out again

And Headhunters standing by snickering

But on some days like today you’ll say

HOPE HAS SPRANG UP LIKE THE DAWN

But I know its your enemy from where you’re from

And soon to be a SLAIN friend

With blood on it

Strangled by your wickedest grasp

To lay with a gasp dying

(And so dawn becomes a sunset)

Hope lying with a raspy sigh

Like a sickened murmur upon the wind and sky-its burial nigh

But for the final twist

One more breath to take

And your insanity as stake

To be mistaken for something sane

To have hope as a neighbor or friend

To pit it against this ghetto existence-in vain

Sure not to let you in  to actually live, cuffed to drugs golden chains

SO WHY NOT STOP IT HERE AND NOW!

Or you’ll strangle hope dying until Hope is dead

Headhunters sneering by its death bed

While you stand in the spotlight, actually a flashlight,ugly, bloodied, and red

With all our hopes for you dead

And the poets will tell (snitches all)

That the Headhunters stood by snickering

At your final curtain call