Look at me, I swear I'm clean!
Or atleast I do allude;
To existing in a conform
The terra o' delude
In a ****** reform
Or atleast living I mean

Dance with me, I swear I jive
to a tune of jubilee;
Lowly as obscurity
Repulsive swinging gypsies;
Wriggle in obscenity
Atleast i'm alive...

with Pals once high on relations;
We've lost our ties and inspiration
Ignorantly unhumbled and blinded;
A bitter temptation as the lime did

Oh desire!
You're sending such morse signals
Oh desire!
What have I done to you?
Oh desire!
Tell me the truth- nothing trivial
Oh desire!
Look what I've done to you...

I tried to find an easy way;
Can't say **** but I say it anyway
All choked up on it anywho;
High on me - Dried on you

Oh desire!
You make me cry
Oh desire!
We're both bad liars
Oh desire!
want to dye?
Oh desire!
Dance of fire!

A man does love
Desires' hips
seer of this
Ale axes hint

If one is one
And two is four
Do daylight flies
Eat the dusk pies?
Share their lore
Just for some fun?

What could a story be
If language was a buzz
Like this tongue we speak
A kiss from lip to cheek
A tale of what once was
The love of he and she

Romance veiling boredom
Happy lives in smiles missed
They passed by slowly
With necro-eyes wide and owly
Getting high on to-do-lists
Pretty people say hey and um

Then death makes it's round
He melts our heads together
Into a lasting human regret
Haunts where lovers met
Leaving nothing but rainy weather
In hellish ends and heaven frowns

Upon this birth of chaotic life
We label our feelings as prosperity and strife
Trivial perception Of these emotive sensations leave us blind
To find is to find meaning in the body you stand

One may question the magicians' ability to alter the exterior
Yet anything physical and with mass is prone the interior
Such is the same with emotions- none can tell a virtue certainly
For the man who speaks in absolute shall lie grotesquely

A religious sect might say on is greater than the other
And, that this mortal race has but one mother
Being confined to such a notion is narrow at best
As the wise know nothing is true until rest

To bide and live with bliss is a mans' honest goal
Claiming rare affection and grief for no toll
To expand the single thought into a dual apprehension
This is that and that is this is a beautiful comprehension

For would birth be the start if there was no end?
And, death as a conclusion if not that *** had commenced it?
As goes for destruction as a looming factor
To destroy one must contain or be the reactor

Could the pacifist still show harmony if not for aggression?
And, rage not seem so hanus if not for it's opposite procession?

I've grown so weary over these bland days
Of derelict caverns in the smiling youth
Engrossed within this perpetual phase
Of this disassociation from will to mouth
Its vain to be kindred with a free spirit
When you're the only person to hear it

These unending conversations with no reply
Have left me content with an arbitor silence
With my questions and answers in short supply
This depravity ridden with failing patience
I could write a fitting quote that is all my own
But,it's better to be stepped on than left all alone

I once heard those words in the presence of god
He laughed in my face with a screech in my ear
Shoved hell in my view and I gave him a nod                                                    
For the terror it shows is all that we fear
This is written on walls with blood as the ink
I saw it that day and I began to think

What will we take away from this earth?
Can memory live longer that a thought?
Could we remember our life before birth?
Or will we just blend into void and rot?
I begin to ask what is the greater release?
The pleasures of relief or to merely cease?

... And,These weeks go by without a single toil
I wake every day just as the sun will set
This world turns and waits to be spoiled
I fail to see how resistence can be met
When existence is naught but the dawn of the end
A handful of dust and our pride to defend

It's happened again
cupid has cycled his laughing cast
Without discretion, displayed in viscous currents

One man finds a mate
through an easy game of chase the scar,
Lazy frowning and statued emotion

Her eyes sparkled in such a kindred flame
Artificially, just as the sad boy does
rebounding desperation on both parts

He as the hermit,with a minimal compassion
She played the role for all affection
Drove her half mad, cutting lonely

A last chance to see him to the dance
pupils strayed off, eating the smoke
For a couple months, I think, maybe more

Distance was death for the loving seperation
Caring is old, the premature pleasure maker
Chakra cats and Vampire disease

Chased with blood, drunk on a rhapsody
The girl dumped the filthy ****** baggage
Humbly fornicating with a more fitting fellow

Similar in grace and taste
Aspirations and dependence on denser levels
Red to black or black and blue

With a new foundation built
Companion demolition, scheduled for certain
Love sued the suit and Brothers close at heart

It's happened again
Cupid has cycled his laughing cast
Without discretion, displayed in viscous currents

I've proven myself to be weak
Limbs as frail as my hopes and dreams
How can I live with a future so bleak?
My tired eyes see nothing but deceit
Leaving them to bleed and weep
This cowardice makes it hard to see
I strive for the life that everyone needs
But all it's taught me is how to bleed

This is the end of the line
No hero could spare this sight
Faith swears I'm cursed by the divine
Or is this the end of a tainted bloodline?
Why is that we're so scared to be?
Hollow and without cause we've been searching to see
A pointless birth just replacing the dead
Was he merely a coward with a gun at his head?

We try to grasp all that we can feel
Every grain of substance we can imagine
All the hesitant hands we couldn't deal
From our arduous compassion engines
How long can we believe until we kneel
To the unkempt veracity of religion

Or fade into a vengeful iconoclast
Cynically mocking the faithful breed
Of merry-go-bashers that attempt to cast
Their egotist ideals of what we all need
Fairy tale prophets that lived in the past
Getting off on their own selfish greed

The words of mankind have nothing to tell
Implicating a heaven is rhetoric at best
And, If i'm to live i'd rather go to hell
A tactic of fear sounds like a fitting nest
For someone who has already gaily fell
To a nihilist end that I should have guessed

I have opened my mind to one single thing
A universal truth that we all should know
That one simple rule is to believe in nothing
Is there any trace of deception in what I sow?
There is no wrong answer when you doubt everything
And, your deathbed will teach that there's nothing to know