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Dec 2012 · 1.1k
Defected
Jonathan Wood Dec 2012
Until this thick burden
Eats all of you dry.
I remain the living
torn shrapnel of paint.
I've seen where we should be.
And I'm not alone.
Here in this garden
truth will be shown.
Before all the roaches.
Before all the lies.
Before all the temples.
Call blood from the sky.
I am no section.
I am not whole.
Where is your face?
This shadows a forge.
Yet I have defected.
And call out your threat.
In brown eyed seduction.
You'll fear what you get.
Dec 2012 · 500
Consider
Jonathan Wood Dec 2012
Consider

I've lost my patience.
As if one day we'll all come around.
I have no patience.
No, sit down
No, sit down and listen to me.
Now you think I'm running.
The shadow moves closer, touches me.
Sand touches hand,
touches life,
touches mind,
touches lies,
touches sky,
it touches.
In a trance I must stand, blood touches.
The ants climbing higher.
The ants don't desire.
They say that the end is coming soon.
Not even a year left to breathe.
The judgment of heaven rain down on me.
Silence is wicked.
Don't bury your head.
Don't reach for the sound.
Our singular conscience may rise from the ground.
We'll hide in the garden instead.
And consider the lord of the monkey is dead.
Dec 2012 · 851
Confess
Jonathan Wood Dec 2012
Confess

Speaking to myself, scratching the split in my head.
Grinning at the killer dripping your face red.
Danced around the fire, blew your last line.
Just about the time I made her become mine.

He won't confess
I know you're thinking about it none of the less.
You're reading spirals and she's biting my neck.
Grab my hand, bend over, just to make you sick
Just so you know,

I'm staring at the video, turn it off, take above I'll **** from below.
Singing backwards riddles gags you out of your head.
Whispering eyes aligning while you lay on my bed.
Forced like rusty metal just to cause your shift.
The warm sweat skin you share, the pain is a gift.

Lets try something else,
Let's try something new,
I buy the *** that sells,
homicide while inside you.
Dec 2012 · 543
Cellar Door
Jonathan Wood Dec 2012
Cellar Door

Knocking on my closet.
Scratching at their teeth.
Wearing slacks of carrion.
With hair of tropic green.
I've sold before my sentence.
While both her wrist were clean.
Six of them came stalking.
As two of them still dream.
Mary sang a prayer, and would dare to split the pair.
Every shackle laced in puzzles.
In the house of sandy keys.
The hour past them over.
And sunk me to my knees.
Possession of the light switch,
took everything they need.
Hands loosely full of her black hair,
As so they plant their seed.

I'm not the one with your 666.
I try to sleep while you're away.
By your solution I am hypnotized.
Bound in the name you wouldn't say.
Put the pillow on her face, have yourself another taste.
She held your tail and let you in.
A gesture not to be ignored.
And since you won't pace near that ***** cellar door.
Dec 2012 · 316
Hearts (song lyrics)
Jonathan Wood Dec 2012
Hearts

I split hearts slowly beating left to decay.
I take what I want then I walk away.
Even cupid is crying, bleeding from his eyes.
The sharpest of knives couldn't cut the disguise.

For what you're searching isn't lost.
How much does your beauty cost?
The hollow needles in your thigh.
Behind every breaths a skeletal sigh.

Doomsday came and we survived.
Christ should have had all our lives.
Soaked in your sin, Jesus dies.
It's written in the book of lies.

Over the edge holding my hand tight.
Begging please don't let me die tonight.
Your face that glows, your eyes that know.
Look away and I let go.

— The End —