I don't feel numb when I'm with you I feel dumbed-down when I'm without Is it wrong for us to be here? Planting seeds within your garden in this place to the left of God In hell, we have found ecstasy Together, we are Gomorrah and Sodom
There are things to be read in posture in voice tone and glances thrown What do I say to you, around and without the words? Do tell... Do you see hell? Behind the retina, through my window, is a swarm of mosquitoes a manged pack of scavengers All of the above eyeing your flesh What would be a halo, is a harem of vultures circling my scalp waiting, wondering what will be left when all the stronger carnivores have gone These wretches keep good company, while life on the outside passes with time
Look at the clouds falling down along with the sun and leaves Cooler times are rolling in on a thousand colored breeze All are turning in for sleep, save for me I'll mosey on with a pill in my throat and no kiss on my cheek Counting down the pages 'til the last
Cool air falls down, and with it dew An undertow of melatonin washes through Let my dreams not be haunted by the truth I know they hold Bless my rest with naivete, if only for this night alone Send me on high from the top of a tower up to a place where the sky turns red I need no higher dimension Go down Go down All of you until the air is clear
Don't ask for answers from fools or snakes You won't like what you hear, if you hear anything at all If it pleases your ear, you'll know it to be untrue I looked through the cracks in my mind, and saw your reality It made mine more sickening
Hell knows no class, creed, or color Demons follow in times and places of light and dark alike Quickly, quietly, in the turning of a head, feathers and halos turn to scales and nails
In happy endings, you see what you want My thoughts graduate to seeing what I'll never have Does this mean I...
Your own poltergeists are the most violent This wood, drywall and gravel is seething, pulsing On my eyes, everything sleeps, nothing dies
This is the only complete out Good Evening, Farewell and Good Night I'm the only one who can leave the door cracked, For the Baphomets to follow I watched our trail 'til it ended Wishing I could fall in Standing where we had, earlier that afternoon Willingly, I lost my way home
What's the devil got to do With the cracks under your feet? Is he peeking in? Neurons are...