Run the lines of fixation to the bone curve them into a grin that comforts what you've become. The appeal to steal the needs you must complete. The bed of needles that always beneath.
So bending to those selfish thoughts, your words are a sea of knots, harpies eyes constricting my mind is drifting, in hindsight I lost at living.
This continuous painting of subjugations leaving a mess tied of it's meaning, dripping circumstances pass by with unrequited love scapegoated by your doubt and not your feelings. Exploiting anyway out of healing my promise was never misplaced or stolen you're just a dove that's lost and broken.
Jun 28, 2011
Jun 28, 2011 at 9:09 PM UTC
Burn the skin of acquisition, the taste must be forbidden your masterpiece waiting to be written. Accountance of the mind to be smitten by false pretension. Your redemptive views are the daggers filling up your sides, those silent whispers that trigger unsuspecting fear of self demise, but lingering suspicions are overlooked by addiction. And you're lieing in your own filthy position. Remission are unbalanced and you won't listen, imprisoned in your own decision. Tattered feelings pushing all your strength away. Hoping it find it in that lie someday. And you've displaced me so well, it's hard to tell whos face it is, just once more.
Jun 28, 2011
Jun 28, 2011 at 9:05 PM UTC
The beauty of a transcendent smile. Yet to wake up to a dead goodbye. Sheets scattered and sunlight tattered. The room is blank, once again another mornings fate. Collecting the feelings to lock them up and leave. Put together that costume, and follow in those footsteps that make us believe this is healthy.
Double take reality for its robbing your existence and you're letting off easy. Drifting while staying in place, fall in bed again chained to comfortable waste. And soon it will be to late, for you gave it all up for paradise.
An addiction to hard to sedate, but if you cut the ties you can still take what remains. Just demand more then your dreams, your life is more then you see.
Jun 12, 2011
Jun 12, 2011 at 7:37 PM UTC
Resolve the notices that you hold so close. Pinch your nerves, and fill them with lead. Don't reserve what your tongue says. Let the love and hate steady your way. Spill your path, until waves crash and ease your pain. Your body begins to echo and quake. Dirt fills your lungs and maybe its to late. Use your nails to carve your own grave. A final request of love and hate to warm frozen skin and begin once again.
Jun 12, 2011
Jun 12, 2011 at 7:37 PM UTC
Devious eyes wait for the harmful tears to seep into cracked skin. And sooth all the pain for just a short time. Built up barriers crash down from unwanted visits. And no words could help fix it. But iam going to try, cuz no one should be left cut open. For more bad things are waiting to seep in.
Yet these wounds are hard to sow, when your skin is cold like stone. Hallucinations make your head spin, and send you in the wrong direction. Scream for less tension all around and comfort will rip at the markings. So just look in my eyes, and know that iam real. Iam not some ghost that will fade at daydreams end. Time to burn down the home that left you broken. And build back up walls that will hold still.
No words could help fix it. But iam going to try, cuz no one should be left cut open. For more bad things are waiting to seep in. And anxiety is always crawling in the shadows for you to breakdown. Yet iam not leaving you out in the cold alone. So please try and hold yourself together when it all comes back again.
Jun 12, 2011
Jun 12, 2011 at 7:36 PM UTC
A smile only a knife would love, while my chains hold back shackled eyes with a laugh of a dissonant tortured sadness. Bewildered by my cage it never enfolds like a city ablaze. For i can never crash I am held up to witness beautiful disasters as I cry for cold beds. The doctors with their medicine and apologies. Trying to fix my problems, when really I want them.
Soon i begin to shake and my arms are free again, a freedom not to last to long, as feelings of nausea and illusions start. In these dizzy dreams i wonder will I stay or go back to unfaithful reality. With each pauseful thought the walls come closer, hoping that they crush me, but hoping is for times of open doors and no hallways. The doctors with their medicine and apologies. Trying to fix my problems, when really I want them.
They figured I am to different, not like the rest of them. When really they're the freaks trying to make a project out of me. Just stare at the wall and ignore all the illogical questions. And smile when they diagnose you with titles and affiliations.
Jun 12, 2011
Jun 12, 2011 at 7:35 PM UTC
You say your body is a canvas then so is mine. I'll carve a heart on my chest so then i know it will exist. The spectrum of the pain is nothing, when loves hurts in more then one way. And baby you're killing me. All this **** you play is getting farther and farther away from what you really want to say.
So breathe deeply and scream. That our love was never alive, it was just a disgrace of life. Admit that we both can't be happy, when shallow graves never fill in, they just stay empty. Yet our cabinets are filled with poisonous memories. I'll carve a heart on my chest so then i know it will exist after this. The spectrum of the pain is nothing, when loves hurts in more then one way. And baby you're killing me.
Tortured eyes read across the mirrors of time. Crumbled thoughts in the trash from the tears i bought. A scattered remanence of love that i fought for but lost. Its hard to see myself after this when you payed the ultimate cost. Now who iam suppose to walk with down that empty lane, when these marks were for your pain. I don't have a heart without your pain.
Jun 12, 2011
Jun 12, 2011 at 7:34 PM UTC
The brain fills with reseeding nonsense, all from public action that convince us. And we think that we can learn from this. But we are more lost in thinking about it. Just more generalizations to take from the past. To paint ourselves and see how long that last. The future seems the same , as long as we play this game. It shows up as an uneven predicament in our face, to steal what little grace, we have stowed away. But we can take it back and hold our place. Just burn all those thoughts of hate. And say we are one as a human race.
Jun 12, 2011
Jun 12, 2011 at 7:33 PM UTC
Shell encased remedies made with the slightest bit of happiness and sadness. Nervous tremors of reclusion to blame another. What are you waiting for, another empty chamber, pull the ******* trigger. Lets end this so sickly, so quietly, there will never be a trace of any parallels to define my face. If i could find any other way to replace what i knew was lost inside, to spin the thread once again and find a new life. So forgive me for all my angels are really just strangers, and i really must say goodbye. For iam breathing in a ocean of madness as my pours exhale my consciousness. And i scream with all my exhaust to punish my unfaithful past existence with this trigger. Lets end this so quickly so painfully, i trust you to find me when the leaves blow away.
Apr 8, 2011
Apr 8, 2011 at 7:39 PM UTC
Fire exposed my bright eyes, the cool flames extinguished my hell. What a surprise, that i see, another dark hill to lead me. To the door that doesn't stop turning. And if time keeps moving forward and backwards, i can't hear the thoughts that crack the bell. So catch that handle and see for yourself, that we're all dead to start with.
A purgatory of thoughtlessness, and realization of loneliness. Where consciousness takes the chord and tugs you down. Will you be seized by yourself or someone else. Will lips move or thoughts be found. You seem to be an empty space of sound, and a character that's blended heat. But don't fear for everyone gets picked one day to fulfill their destiny to consume another spot in misery. From a bucket disliked by the world, fall on the ground. Lost in a puddle of no mans history.
Apr 8, 2011
Apr 8, 2011 at 7:39 PM UTC