Is it true what they say Will tomorrow be brighter Or mundane like every other damn day, There is no rhyme or reason For the thoughts that Keep me tightly bound Echoing loudly Drowning out all other sounds, Yearning for some peace Pain consumes me Crying out for release, No one hears The bellows Or sees my tears, In silence I sit Contemplating my world This messy pile of shit, Must I keep on going Or is it time to call it quits!
Black moving shadows paint my walls before my naked eyes Before they take a fleshly form and spring forth to life Invading my home, they creep about in the dark As they signal they’ve found me with a light-signaling spark. I am wide awake watching every move they make Uttering not a single sound, I let them invade. They want no money, they take no jewels... For these are demons, goblins, and frightening ghouls Rising from the pits of hell as phantoms Who will settle not for any earthly ransom.
She's not even real yet but I hear her voice from the corner of my room, I imagen her contortions distorting my vision, such a blissful idea, her tounge dripping with venom, she strokes my face and licks my exit wound, such lovely thoughts but she's not even real yet.
haven't you heard, the sea isn't what it used to be; though if it was would it ineavitably be wasted; like me when on the exterior may not look so badly; it's do or die says the forgotten carcass with doo and flies;
autopilot with the pursuit only to remain living in mere silence; my heart erupted long ago, as what there is of my brain tired out; you feel no good to self therefore no good to others but a collection plate during offering; the wind in one's lungs slowly suffocate in one's hot cold relationship with...