Your Locksmith ("New" Spoken Word)

[yaga]

Don't douse my core anymore
if i'm free of/to love, your / your,
your beating heart claws at my every clause i have to keep sane -
makes me stutter. Dark thoughts cluster, mutter to screams,
screams to a paroxysmal fit so f*cking fitting and i
f*cking hate you.

I will haunt my own home after my days are gone.
I've willingly searched in Bedlam for the Dark Prince,
while God hints at a masterpiece
putting a broken-self back together and

i'm not cool with that image.

Some locksmith comes every night to my bedside
lets me sleep without the longing. More mindless drawing,
for her that she might see the drawings. I've become
so beautiful among the silent armies marching in New York City -
she might see it.

[Con FusIon]

as usual, I have to read this again so before I can say something.
I had to look up "paroxysmal", too. lol.

brb

Ha... you've posted 4,444 times. That's nuts.

[Con FusIon]

I don't get the first stanza at all. Help me out.

The rest is really good (who are the silent armies marching in New York? like graf crews? who tag with... feelings? I'm kinda lost there... if that's it, that's hot). I really like the locksmith thing.

[Crayon Flux]

Don't douse my core anymore
if i'm free of/to love, your / your,
your beating heart claws at my every clause i have to keep sane -
makes me stutter. Dark thoughts cluster, mutter to screams,
screams to a paroxysmal fit so f*cking fitting and i
f*cking hate you.

That's some hard grimy sh!t that the streets aren't even ready for. Thoughts clusterering so tight in one's mind that it makes you scream from the connections you've just discovered is so sick it's on the level of a worldwide plague. That's some Arkham Asylum type genious right there.