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..
when i rise i'll rise above youhe left me witha heart of ashand a soulpraying to bereborn -"this timemake mesomethinganythingless fragile"
GoneGoing far awayObserving the road aheadNever considering going backEnding another chapter of my story
For But a Blinkthere is little grey leftin a sky going white we are too soon to win the struggle for memory, history far too early-on to be trusted see me through me you us we found everything and lost it in the hot blurry state shift of the ember we pretended we weren'ta burning window closes and this brief mess of man is crystallized for but a blink in the snap and crash of its cr
ways we constellate/a. dictitious/iam well-woven.iam a spellthat does not releaseand never tells.these constructionsi allow,and betterawakento speak in hearttonesand hymnbeatson rugged pavements.ihave builtart./b.beautine/this body hasforgotten its infinitebeatings, denieditself the luxuryof acceptancethis body hasremembered its lovers'last names, phone numbers,birthmarks and kindnessthe only cruelty this vessel knowsis from its middlesi have riddled myself intowarmth/c.capabuilt/these handsare imbuedwith patient dynamismand ichorthat the goddessessavorthey have movedmountain rangesand hoisted dark seasoverhead,then returned themdeftlysuch instruments deserve morethan my doubtsihave cloudedthe veins tenacious/d.aitbaar/i allowed thesehands to hold me.i have yet to feellike lessthan a Dalidreammy little ashesare coming closethe Gangeslost its murkto me; i carryremainsi house brokennesstill it is perfectedkintsugi
MemoriesI would spill gasolineOn my memoriesAnd set them on fireIf it didn't implyMelting the outlinesOf my beingSpreading the atomsInto nothingnessAnd losing trackOf my existenceCrafted fromMoments
au(roar)aa shy glow of apologeticsunrises, she will neverknow how beautiful she ishis magpie eyes, they pryat her colours, leavingher with onlythe itch of dried tear tracksat 3 in the morningrough tissues scrape at herdelicate nose,strewn around her like white flowersthat he never gave to her.and he never showed herthe glow of the stars,a bond between this morning girl and the universehe could’veshe would’vethey should’ve beenentwined in dawning light, buthe was a night guard and nightis afraid of staining golden black.so she took the light caged in her heartand threw it intothe abyss of sorry’s and i love you’snever saidas the moth he was,he followed.she wanted him to catcha spark (on fire)instead, he never came back.sometimes the midnight feelswarmer than a sunrise-it guards her and between the blackshe is beautifulfinally, the emptine
Porcelain DollHello,little porcelain doll.It's terrible to see you again.It's the two of ushere in this dark roomStop analyzing me.I'm looking at your flaws tooIf I were to reach outand touch your smooth surfacewould you feel warmto me?Oh little porcelain doll,trapped in a glass boxforced to watch the worldpass you by; never sparing youa glanceThere are cracks trailingup and downyour arms and thighsWhy are you breakingyourself again?I would help to piece youback together butyou would ratherfall apart.Silly little porcelain dollCan't you see I'm damaged too?It's just the two of ushere in this lonesome room,I've got timeour relationship should improveIf I were to reach outand offer you my handwould you returnto me?My dear porcelain doll,we are far from perfectbut life and beautyis something we want to learn about.If I were to love youas you love methen do I have a chance?If I broke the glassand set you freewould you be the betterhalf of me>(though I'd r
misconceptionsand as he paces the cliffs of my ribs with hisfingers and contemplates jumping off,i leave his bruises of purple milky waysat home on my skinand push us both over theedge-hold me tighter, cause i'd rather be a bag of bleeding veinsthan nothing at all
These Thoughts Will Kill MePremièreWhat is it likeIn the middle of the ocean, babe?Do you think of meAs much as I think of you?Do you miss the fragranceOf my skinLike I miss yours?Do you crave my lipsAs I crave yours?Do you want me by your sideLightly tracing my fingersOver your delicate faceAnd you kissing my fingersEach time they pass your beautiful lips?DeuxièmeThe first little kickAnd the giggles that come afterNurturing a bodyThat isn’t my ownThe little fingers that willWrap themselves around my giant oneThe sleepless nights full ofFussing and cryingThe little pitter patter of tiny feetRunning across the wooden floorThe complete adoration in your eyesAs you take your first steps towards meAnd shout “Mommy!” as I scoop you upAnd nuzzle your little body into mineTroisièmeA family traditionEvery generationAt least one personDies from their depressionWill I be the one to dieIn my generation?QuatrièmePerfection eats away at everyone
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.