And all the plastic girls with their placebo lives
Your lipstick dripped cheaply on the ground
I like this place, it keeps my away from your make-up stories
Home is nice, everything stays the same
Your mouth should be locked down
I kissed you falling on the ground
Jul 14, 2011
Jul 14, 2011 at 10:22 AM UTC
In the sweet ashes of the morning sun
your crescent body on my eyes
tomorrow is here, today never dies
my lady sat upon her chair
fixing with her deep brown eyes
she imprisons me in a cobra way
all my shells become undone
you and I are one
Jul 14, 2011
Jul 14, 2011 at 10:20 AM UTC
Something special, is what I felt that day
the air I ****** into my lungs was heavy and loud
the cigarettes we smoked were thinner than air
Suddenly we realized that the world had gone grey
than purple in yellow clouds became threatening
and beautiful at the same time
"Time is the same when we walk this way! " she shouted
and echoes sprung off the wall, capturing my memory
all alone I was in this bubble, feeding me & myself
gently whispering in lies
Dark red waves came swirling on her
as if she was dancing with god himself
and I as my witness
Because I couldn’t think of what was now,
and of whom came those strange vibrations
shivering across my spine
cold like ice, pennies were dancing on the ground
flawless soaked in happiness
Jul 11, 2011
Jul 11, 2011 at 12:59 PM UTC
In the past where the flowers grow
somebody like you and me would know
In the time of now with today as a frown
someone somehow will bring you down
In the future far & further the decay
struggling & sobbing walking on astray
Jul 11, 2011
Jul 11, 2011 at 12:48 PM UTC
You lived alone
in your quiet house
upon the hill
My words were creeping up
like razors scraping through
your pale little skin
Our lips now
daily recieve kisses
from eachother
They don't know us
Jul 11, 2011
Jul 11, 2011 at 11:40 AM UTC
The ******* One // The Jesus Son // The Holy Martyr
The Eyeless One // 'till Kingdom come // Why should We bother
The Death It brings // Like Music it sings // We're revealing Our Father
The Outcast's past // In deafening Silence // Chasing back Our Steps
In the Trail of Fear // We'll reappear // Happy after All
Jul 11, 2011
Jul 11, 2011 at 11:34 AM UTC
Seek help
Don't know
why
Dyin' on your
kitchenfloor
Sayin' goodbye
Jul 11, 2011
Jul 11, 2011 at 11:26 AM UTC
I can't tell if I'm strange
or make my words
rearrange|When I'm
living in the night
We shall become joyfully
in this blasphemy full of
hippocracy| this time
is not your future
just the beginning
Jul 11, 2011
Jul 11, 2011 at 11:24 AM UTC
" Do you like it here ? "
he murmured
> " This is not what I call refined architecture. "
she spat with venom
" Oh, I guess you're right. "
he replied
> The Cat goes dancing
in the fire
The Old Man sits
in the shower
Jul 11, 2011
Jul 11, 2011 at 11:19 AM UTC
The wind is blowing
my mind away
Yet stories of strangers
never go astray
The ashes, the pavement,
the parked cars
Shakin' and upset
grievin' in our final hours
Jul 11, 2011
Jul 11, 2011 at 11:11 AM UTC