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.
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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..
You're not a failure for failingHer small, anxious handsgrabbed the cup, a bit too largeas it slipped down and tumbled to the ground,the milky mess covering the carpet:her mother let out a disapproving sighand rolled her eyes,“Will you ever do anything right?”and that’s when she beganto limit her aspirations,so that her dreams would never be too large,so she’d never make any mistakesshe’d never again drop the cup,but she’d never have enough to drink.
fa(r)ceface me, faux pas princess;meet my eyes,take a deep breath.let's begin.where do i go in the wakeof your empty empathy embersburning through the wallsi built to hold me safe -this honesty blisters blatant,and i wonder how perceptionhas managed to fail youin such a spectacular way.face me, flighty fighter;hold my gaze,hold my gaze,only cowards look away.this is a warning,or a goodbye.if you play at salvation for long enough,maybe someday you'll be ableto save yourself.this is a machination that whirs whirlpool predictabilityand you imagine that youknow me, daydreamer -let's revise,let's rewrite;i am so much morethan definitions.face me, flickerswitch;maybe i would love you moreif the lights were out.(maybe i could love you longerif you kept your mouthclosed.)and sometimes i believethat you can only love mewhen i'm playingthe victim,because you're so busyin your role of saviourthat
that's no earthquake, it's just my trembling lipsI ama battlefieldon a fault line-desire on my tongueand indecisionstuck between my teeth-what words will my breath carrywhen the land bucklesand parts?
Two sidesA dark lifeFull of secretsHiddenBehind closed doorsA cheerful smileEmpty and fakeA maskSo others won't worry
The Jake I Chose to RememberI want to humanize you,Jake,but you werenever very goodat letting people seethe humanpast the poet.You were too busysetting your legs on fire,and boy,masturbation works for a while,but thenthe realization that you’re inthe same sheetsfrom yesterdaybackhands you.And you know, Jake,they’re legalizing marijuana now.Turns out it’s notso illegal,just the peoplewho did it were.It’s funny,or maybe it’s accurate;you did always teach me to gofor the better word.It’s accurate thatmy first and only tattooI ever wanted will have beenwritten by me, revised by youbecauseI am not what I've worn;I am who I have worn down.
crumblingscrowded house,crowded mind;you are a neglectedinfrastructure.there's a road ahead,and it's a broken-down disaster.your steps unsteady,you are opening your eyes.you are coming outof the dark.this isn't what you wanted,but it's time to revise.deterioration,decimation;you are an overrunanarchy.there's a world in you,it's not what you wanted.this isn't what you planned,but it can still bebeautiful.(re)take the city(re)claim the land(re)build.
perspectivei led the revolutionwith broken clocksand a helium balloontied to my wrist.time met me between the skyand the sea,with raindrops and roseshis weapons of choice.it's safe to say thatfive years later,i still don't knowwho won.
morningtidethis dawn i squinted intoand pushed upfrom chested seafloor.stood atop my anchorsand let heal my arch wounds.i am the sea and all thingsradiant.no mirror can contain meand no mind the same.look, my limbs havewandered this dry earth andsought out the weary dustand made lakes.i am the quench of all thingsdesperate.these days i pick myself upand plant broad fernsin my feet's absence.all of the earth blooms darlingbeneath me and through me.i am the wellspring of beautyexigent.
xanthous kingi have been madesick.stomach turned up in churning expletiveand irritated quick;lemon zest in open chestand hate's ears pricked upyearning, expectantand aggravated crick.neck angled darkly,dreck arcing from angel shardto heck if i care.fair warning:you're an excrementfaking heart and shapingtart wreckage into paper hearts.artistry in urine flex,farting in pretentious shakeand vapor. pardon the expressionbut your testament to heaven-sentand better-bredis fucked.and from my gravei see your rut.
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.