I was a passenger In the train of the skies My train of thought Just a smooth dream for my eyes. I gazed out of its morose glass panes And felt my breath coaxed out of me. Oh, how ignorant the clouds Oh, how ignorant indeed Of the mischief caused by the world beneath them…
I want a birth day Full of love and full of good Stuff me with some food.
Lately we’ve been so piss My mind you annoy Can’t find your kiss Or your kind sweet ploy Can’t find any of this Stimulating, You good boring boy I can’t help but miss The best bad boy I want to feel your kiss As rough and coy But now I feel amiss I miss the…
I’ve cried tears of salt And now my eyes won’t shut Because they’ve crystallized Into these shallow ponds
Damn you Damn you to hell For making me feel special And unneeded at the same time.
Silence calls me to it’s comfortable closed doors And the coffee stains remind me Of the beating rain on my window That I used to rest my head on And a teetering novel on my weakening fingers Just spilling the coffee sitting between my thighs Where I used to sit crosslegged on my strong bed…
Let the anaesthesia flow Through my veins, shiver And my slumber quivers Dipping in and out of reality While I go in and out of surgery Let the anaesthesia flow Out of my system And bring me back To the comforting pain To know I’m alive.
I wait for you to take me home But you make me wait quietly alone I’m standing in the rain My patience silently strained I feel the cold aproaching I feel the sadness enclosing I’m so tired So worn out Put me out of my mysery Put me out of it now.
Let the flood gates open And let the blood flow Free your passion and anger Let the flood gates bellow Fight for your freedom Fight for your right Pray to Mars To gain what might Lead to the destruction of your enemies And to your salvation
We’ve shared We’ve shorn We’ve shed our skin We speak We talk We tell our sins We were too blind to see What was so clear in our eyes We speak these words into reality Harder to hide.
High up on an electric pole Stands a friend of Poe’s Her dark gaze falls on us like the rain Swooping in to our daily lives Uninvited Unwanted Rejected
Between her legs came chasms of pain A river of red A period of hate Everyone heard her cries Everyone understands her woes, But she denies ever having such moans After her veil of maroon removed, torn. She was a perfect angel She claims She just had cravings for chocolate And the mood to maim….