dreamy state of delirium
spooks wiggle earnestly
a trail of human inhibition
frailty sparks confusion anew
a river set in motion
in wakes of pure misery
a cradle of living nails
pounded heaven endlessly
flesh stinks of decay
gods in heaven's agony
"Fifteen Past Three"
Fifteen past three
I stare on an empty room
I wait in vain for company
As the dark sky gloomed
A cup of coffee by my side
My guitar as my guide
I lament by my window
Staring as the days go by
Fifteen past three
I walked the streets alone
An empty street so it seemed
I wandered from dusk till dawn
The night sky seemed to be so cruel
As it engulfs me whole
The demons grinned at me
As my soul turns from white to foul
Fifteen past three
Slowly I lay to rest
I scamper towards my tiny corner
With a black heart beating in my chest
Confined my soul to the coffin
I float my misery to dust
As angels mourn my
" Eyeless "
What shall I beg of thee,
For tears worth not one grain?
Bloody as I am
I lay in endless pain
Am I blest to curse
Such bitter grief?
Lifeless as I lay
I mourn for nothing
We're not getting younger as hours pass by
turning fruitful days and chaotic weeks
and hectic months steadily unfold to blessed years
of wisdom turned despair, turned back to wisdom, the least
So why not take the chance to ever fall in love again
with the same person over and over and over again
Is it because words became a routine to your door
or is it that his ways could not swoon you anymore
Let my eyes tell you as I touch your face
play with your hair, hold your neck, and feel your lips
that though I'm referring to is myself
right from the start of what I have been writing
we're not really the same person as well
Come, take m