Sunday, March 1, 2009

holocaust.

your eyes are almost dead,
can't get out of bed
& you can't sleep.

you're sitting down to dress
& you're a mess
you look in the mirror

you look in your eyes,
then you realize..

everybody goes,
leaving those,
who fall behind.

everybody goes
as far as they can
they just don't care.

they stood on the stairs,
laughing at your airs.

your mother's death,
she said,
"don't be afraid"

your mother's dead
you're on your own.

everybody goes
leaving those
who fall behind

everybody goes
as far as they can
they just don't care



you're a wasted face.
you're a sad-eyed lie.
you're a holocaust.

lazarus.

It's horrid to see you again,
now that you're back from the dead.

It's horrid to see you again,
so bored of being you.

It's horrid to see you again,
now that you're back from the dead.

It's horrid to see you again,
so bored of being... alive, alive, alive.

It's horrid to see you again,
acting like you're on some kind of cross.

It's horrid to see you again,
an emotional retard.

It's horrid to see you again,
unaware that all may not be lost.

It's horrid to see you again,
so bored of being alive, alive, alive.

It's horrid to see you again,
walking around with that egg on your face.

It's horrid to see you again,
so full of apathy.

It's horrid to see you again,
caught in a trap that you cannot escape.

It's horrid to see you again,
so tired of being - alive.

Saturday, September 13, 2008

bled

Somewhere out there there's a thrill I swear.
Desperate as I am I just can't strip bare &
bleed the only purity I've known.

But I lay with reason.
Found logic conceived in a walk with skin.
I sleep with reason producing these monsters.

Life is lowly anonymity,
in death a noble pose,
a Marat David.
Tell me, who wouldn't give
their lives for such a soap box
to die behind.

Life is lowly, lowly anonymity.

In the space of a smile,
I found sleep.
As in sorrow,
so shall ye reap,
as in reason so shall ye sleep.

Reap the promised end to the struggle.
Reap every point on our linear path.
Reap the smiles in time we borrow,
every harvest relies on the last.

But I witnessed in all this silence
one souls definition of beauty.
& a backlit smile so temporary.
A facade so rich with evil history.
Cast in direct opposition set to o
verwhelm this moment to shine and sleep-
came out on top of what was borrowed,
& found all that beauty to be still.

Every breath as in sorrow,
reap the promised end to this path,
by every image that we borrow,
every harvest depends on the past.

I know its all been done before,
I want to do it again.
I want do it again.
Kill the switch.
This night our journey's through the dark.
Kill the switch,
a welcome comatose,
tonight we journey through the darkness.

As in sorrow,
so shall ye weep,
as in reason,
so shall ye sleep.

behold the birth of violence

A princess ravaged by her prince behold;

the birth of sex & distance,

two frail corpses both were they,

his eyes were the first to stray...

Come & fill your lungs.

There's so much hope buried underneath tragedy,

its the same shade as concrete.

The faithful say its beautiful,

Let the flood swell.

Thursday, September 11, 2008

let's just face it..

i've got more wit, a better kiss,
a hotter touch, a better fuck
than any girl you'll ever meet,
sweetie you had me.

Sunday, September 7, 2008

your birth is a mistake you'll spend your entire life trying to correct.

Life and death, energy and peace.
If I stop today it was still worth it.
Even the terrible mistakes that I made
and would have unmade if I could.
The pains that have burned me and
scarred my soul, it was worth it,
for having been allowed to walk
where I've walked, which was to hell
on earth, heaven on earth,
back again,
into,
under,
far in between,
through it,
in it,
and above.














it was worth it.

get your finger off my trigger.

it's in the fumbled reply that barely escapes your lips.. you breathe an excuse but won't bring your eyes to meet their eyes. you can't handle this face to face. cold shock catches in your throat as the words hit you like a blow to the chest. twisted nerves barely conceal your bleeding core.

and here i thought happy endings only came in storybooks.

everything comes to an end.

and when i meet mine,

i'll take it with a smile.