Shame on MeShe swings on the pieces of my broken heart.The feeling is bliss when I tore her's apart.Remember when I exiled your long lost love?I shot him and his soul ascended like a dove?I remember the salty tears you cried.They hit the ground like bombes which eroded when they dried.You didn't think I'd find out, did you?Funny how you thought I never knew.But I knew.. how didn't you?It was the only thing that I could possibly do.You sat there as I walked away,The night slowly faded into the day.I left one in the chamber just for you,I figured a loving husband would let you choose what to do.You stare down right into the blackness.You face the fear, the regret, the sadness.At the last minute you look back at me.You pulled the trigger, and said "sorry."I say aloud "Shame on me if you fool me once, shame on me if you fool me twice
shame on me. Shame on me."
Black DecemberAnd there he laysIn a blue coffin case.To be full of nothing.Exist without living.What do you feel.Nothing at all.What can you see?Nothing at all.What can you hear?Nothing at all.What can you taste?Nothing at all.Where will you go?Nowhere at all.And down you goIn a blue coffin case.A black december.My thoughts can't erase.When the wind blewI knew that it wasn't youLaying in that cold bed.Just a body, cold and dead.
Brice the Doghttp://youtu.be/lnElh_MbUSwCheck the above link.I wrote all of it.Lyrics, guitar, and vocals are all me.Lemme know what you think!
The DreamBefore you leave,I just wish you knew.My heart's on my sleave,I wish I could go with you.when you hit earth again,tell me about your trip.tell me how you've been,before love losened it's grip.As you walk on the clouds,and float away on your dream,before you sell your souls,remember that nothing is what it seems.I'll hold the moon for you.I'll hold the moon for you.
Spiritual EnlightenmentV1. Things aren't what they seem anymore.Still trying to put it together.Looking for what could have been so much more,In the eyes of a lover.Chorus: Ghosts in my eyes, and dreams in my head.Ghosts in my eyes, while I dream of the dead.Ghosts in my eyes , and I dream of the dead.V2. When I woke up from my sleep, I was a bit frightened.Her face in my mind like I'd been spiritually enlightened.She spoke to me in a cold, ghastly voice.She told me that I have a choice.Bridge: It's all in my head. x5
The Cold, Hard TruthToday I learned something about you.I learned that you have feelings, too.You tell lies, and you tell truths.You have him, but I want you..
AnswersI don't write poetry.I just let the pen DanceAcross crumbled pages.I let my soulBleed into ink.As my way of askingStatues and glowingScreensFor answersBut They never answer.
we used to fly togetheri've got a good memory,but i was surprised to find the box;full of our scribbled conversationsand protestations (no, that's not right)declarations, no, dreamsof what the future might look like.we were young, vibrant, andbeautiful (and inseparable, once)and we thought we knew how totake hold of the future.for my part, i struggled withage as if i had a chance of winning;our battles were the talk of the town.you, you took to the passing of time with an eagerness that showedjust how ready you were to put away the notions of childhood.i've got a good memory,but it's easy to be selective,pick and choose the momentsthat i want to relive.we were foolish, confident(and oh, so alive)and we fell into our roleswith a predictability that is near miraculousto behold.i doomed myself to the role ofthe forever-child, always looking back,always dreaming of the carefree days.you quickly ran out of adventures,and set about finding new myst
Call it Fallthere's a soft kiss ofmedium-rare sunlightin the barelybroken bonesof this October dayjust warm enoughto think that summermay have stasheda day or twoin our pocketsbut each tomorrowreminds us morethat it didn'tthat this autumnknows little lifeoutside its barrelof choking appleswhere yellowjacketsbore, conquer and,still sweet,curl into a coolslow sleepof frozen dreamspaused in dawn'sblanket of frostthese short daysunder long nightscount down toa new beginningof the enda dark springof bright blushand angerthat will burn this forestnot down, but nakedand we call it Fallas if there's a misstepor slip involvedas if we make a choiceor skip the chanceto not veerfrom daylight's trailonto these our printsso well worn and re-worninto timetwo human sets enterand where it goesfrom theregets lost in thecrunch of leavesbeneath usour moon stays lowgiving trees new lifeand wind carries crieslike song, for miles
Empty But Alivebreathing you in, octoberi taste the numbing agentseven on the very surfaceof your conspiracy, thisprepping of the patientthis unworking of the earthsealing it as-ishardening the sitesof future graves, forced shallownot harvesting, just weakeningarranging late-year stacksof blurry panic, while disablingthe defensive responseso much decline to wagebefore the winter killsoctober knows i'm a foolfor the dark underbreathof its dead open airthe howl of the breezethrough its night fields, emptybut alive, and so very not emptyits rhythm of silencebetween barks and callsstalls my heart mid-beati used to pray for its enginesto restart, before it hit groundbut now i realizethat there is no floorto this dreamand no bottom to this fall
decodei pinedunequivocallyfor the quillin soft shadows:the swallow's smileand toothyflightthe curveof treebowsrotting-freshto planta buduphigh andhemlocking-mebetween a dreamand sleepand sleepand sleepyou musn't worryI have foundan ink-sourcethus:a quibblingcreek -my soul!It willblossomlike poppieson the pagebefore me,myfingertipthe pen
hummingbirds only fly in the sun hummingbird girl,you are the sunlight twinklingin my eyes. a letter addressedto no one ended up on nobody'sdoorstep, dancing around odysseusand his iliad. the gods whisperin your ears at night, lending youtheir words to paint onto brittleparchment. you are a mysterycloaked in fragments and fabricatedwings, the taste of the universeon my tongue. if i could unlockthe cage i would set you free,but my nimble fingers aren't goodfor anything except tying knotsin heartstrings that aren't my own.
A thought...Death is an unforgiving parasite which I do not ever want to meet, or greet ever in my lifetime. The reality is...I have to. And it breaks me in two and shatters the depths of my heart.