Monday, December 06, 2004

Destroy The Map

you couldn't hold your mouth to stop the sound,
with all these riches on the tip of your tongue,
and I was trying to dampen it all out.

you were talking louder than I should here,
producing nothing but all these mirrors,
and I was trying to play it all down.
With eyes of blood,these kisses won't rust.
Where the baptized drown,
we used to breathe.

underneath the red,
come running back to me.

Sad song, so wrong,
your body shakes for so long,
towing me down.
Let's just stay late,
a safe bet for second place.
This time, our time, we have, we'll last.

that evil, a brutal sickness brings,
at times you can't let go
it chases you from everything.
To settle for almost anything,
it's times like these
when you should only choose just not to speak.

And the clouds don't break when the sun is on empty.

36 Crazyfists

i think my heart died when i heard this song.

Wednesday, November 10, 2004

i feel like killing something. like, snuffing the life out. or flaying every sinew and skin off with a bowie knife. stabbing my fingers into your face and ripping out your eyes from your sockets, taking it across your cheeks and split it apart. then i'll dive in and tear you shred by shred with my canines, savouring in the rancid stench of your life force.

i will bide my time for this.




Tuesday, October 26, 2004

i want to immolate, defenestrate,
masticate and desecrate.
take my fingers across your face,
and tear it apart, piece to feast.
put the pieces as sacrificial meat
bite into it as it beats and bleed
the act of it is particulary... obscene.
mephitic, it smells quite exquisite
like cholorform sheets stained with grease
the colours brilliant like a firey breeze
the cold pitter patter of red... is particularly... strange.








Monday, September 27, 2004

give.

give me a memory so that i can wake up with one.
give me a thought that can echo with reverberance.
give me a time when it all froze, so that beauty isn't fleeting.
give me a direction that would not lead in circles.
give me a feeling that can last forever.
give me something,

and i'll give a lifetime, to do all these.




Sunday, September 26, 2004

Breathe

I played a fool today
And I see us vanishing into the ground
Longing for home again
But home is a feeling I buried in you
I'm alright
I'm alright
It only hurts when I breathe
And I can ask for things to be still again
I can ask for you to offer the world through your eyes
Longing for home again
But home is a feeling I buried in you
I'm alright
I'm alright
It only hurts when I breathe
I'm alright
I'm alright
It only hurts when I breathe
My window through which nothing hides
Everything sings
I'm counting the signs
Cursing the miles in between
But home is a feeling I buried in you
That I buried in you
I'm alright
I'm alright
It only hurts when I breathe
I'm alright
I'm alright
It only hurts when I breathe...

Greenwheel




Sunday, September 19, 2004

everything starts out so promising, but devotion to empty moments crumbles. maybe the air was too rarefied; i've climbed too high for any reprieve.

and i'm falling like a bad star. down, down, and away.

i never knew. they never knew. we never knew. you never knew.

of battle scars, of neon lights, and of dizzying times.

may we all thank the devil and give him his due.

but i thank you too.




Sunday, August 15, 2004

and fatality is a lot like silence. only, it is the ashen pallor of the acheronian heart that sets it apart from its brethren.

fatality.

an ode to cruelty.
vilification of you.
denigration of me.
glorification of the imbeciles.
circus of the damned.
you excoriate.
into a reclusion.
and you felt.
the xymotic ashes.
scattered over bare skin.
wildfire coarsing through veins.
just because.
you've been looking for angels.
in black snow.