Underinterrupted silence,
none to gather at the gates.
Sell your warey wagon's axle,
feed, the castle masticates.

Oh the joyous altercation,
angled, dangling neatly down.
Hold your elder father's picture
underneath your writing gown.

Words defy the lonesome meeting
of the dogs in golden chains.
Herds arise of loathsome chieftains.
Battlecries as arrows rain.

Open book of monstrous brethren,
teach them how your pages turn.
Loving violence, kindred-hateful;
gutted, for a beat you yearn.

You
Made a promise that you knew
Couldn't possibly come true
Now the walls are painted blue
And it's all because of
Me
Made a deal I couldn't keep
It torments me as I sleep
Oh it haunts me and I weep
In the vain pursuit of
Us
Took a bet we couldn't trust
All that shines has turned to rust
As it fades away to dust
Left us grasping at the

Seems they all know your name.
But I can't say the same.
The lack of reciprocity could drive me insane!
I've been reading your mind.
Set your brain to rewind.
I've a billion different faces, each and every divine.
Some which can't be defined,
And if I need remind,
Some could snap and peel your skin off like an orange's rind.
Aboriginal gene,
Selfish as can be seen,
Of Narcissus and a sickness, you'd be found in between.
Pagan faithful, a corpse.
Uninhibit remorse.
Take a look inside your mouth, and you look just like a horse!
I've been watching you walk,
And I've heard how you talk.
I've observed you as your face learned how to tick like a clock.
I'm unable to fear,
But now as you draw near,
I realize that I don't know what happens when you get here.

you may feel the flame has died,
feel the reservoir has dried,
feel an emptiness inside,
crumpled up and tossed aside.

you may wish to live again,
wish to feel the rain begin,
wish to feel something within,
rescued from the ******* bin.

if you know such maladies,
set your tired mind at ease,
sit yourself down next to me,
cast your eyes across the trees.

i can't light that spark for you,
fix you, or bear you anew.
there's not much that i can do,
but i can listen, that much is true.

Born into a world that boldly states it wants you dead.
Freaks atop soapboxes pay top-dollar for your head.
Resolution falters and your ego falls apart.
Human beings living in denial of their hearts.

*** is just a hobby to those hedonistic swine,
Twisted metamorphosis of evils intertwined.
More and more consumption just to fill the gaping void.
Lie upon your deathbed and recall what you've enjoyed;

Not the plastic figurines that sat upon your shelves,
Not the animated films you've watched since you were twelve,
Not pretentious critics or the artists they adore,
Selling out your soul, becoming satisfaction's *****?

Living like a rat will never justify the pain.
Running through the maze, the patterns etched into your brain.
Jump through hoops and maybe you'll receive another treat.
After all, the struggle makes your carcass taste so sweet.

Suffocating gently in a cherry-scented spray
Sending your condolences and pushing it away
Dying for a cause to which you never shall relate
Feel it from the inside and allow yourself to hate

Open up an avenue connecting distant streets
Hide your real emotions underneath the satin sheets
Live a life unknown to royalty of bygone days
Time becomes too slippery to grip within the haze

Leaves are tapping gently 'gainst your window, lest you hear
Breathe at faster paces as the shambler draws near
Rumble through the ground as if the gophers were your kin
Don't allow the moles to penetrate your thinning skin

Neurons fire ceaselessly like shooting stars at night
Tamed behaviors rage against their masters, set alight
Sophisticated actors know yet better than to roam
And seek familiar voices sweetly bidding them come home

Don't defy the clarinet, its keys are awful sharp.
Don't attempt to struggle 'gainst the plucking of the harp.
Don't strike at the chin-rest of the nimble violin.
Let their sounds ****** you, breathe in deeply and give in.

Let your eyelids flutter as the bass punches away.
Drift off into slumber as the horns start their foray.
Dream of passing pleasantries, and don't mind the bassoons.
Why supply rejoinders when the sounds solicit swoons?