I want you to implode.
I want to take you to
Nirvana and back
And watch your soul unfold

I want to feel your heart
rapidly pump life
through your body
as we come apart.
Apart from our outer shell.  
Away from this world
in which some call hell.
Your presence is angelic
so I use this rhetoric
to paint a picture
That's luminescent
in this dark world
And become one another's
Obsession.

I want you.
I want you to implode.
I want to take you to
Nirvana and back
And watch your soul unfold

I want to feel your body shake.
I want to make your body sweat.
I want to make you feel close to love
And far from hate.
All for your bodies sake.
Let me take you to nirvana and back
Because the night can not wait.
Let me take you to
nirvana and back.
I want to feel your soul
Connect with my soul.
From the tip of your head
to the bottoms of your sole.
Internally and externally.
I want to make you
feel whole.
What we feel is physical
but the way we gaze
at one another
It almost feels spiritual.

I want you to implode.
I want to take you to
Nirvana and back
and watch your soul unfold.

On overcast days
When the clouds block my sun rays
And the shadows are away from the day.
I wonder about my pessimistic ways
And will I ever get out of this phase.
A phase where my mind is in a haze,
Bound and trapped in a cage.
In the cage is a bird that sings
Songs of mental freedom, peace, love and other things
That helps bring the joy that life brings.

On overcast days
When the clouds block my sun rays
My mind scrambles to find the right way
Like a mouse in a maze.
My soul is ablaze
And on these days
I can feel the gaze of God
And his eternal adversary.
It makes me daring and wary
Of the demons that haunt me
When my visions of success
Are right before me.
Displays that leave me in daze.

This is what it's like.
This is what it's like.
This is what it's like
When my demons leave me at night
And arrive strapped like medieval knights
On overcast days.  

On overcast days
When the clouds block my sun rays
I stare at the sky all day.
Wondering if the Angels
Partied the **** night away
And these clouds are the aftermath
Of their mass party.
Probably celebrating the coming
Of the end of mankind.
While I'm here stuck on earth
In a mind different from other minds.
With recycled souls brainwashed and blind
That has lost all sense of time.
Where will we go
When this speck of time
Ceases to exist and these words
No longer rhyme in a design
To speak to you?
I have hope when the sky is blue
And feel lost when it is grey.

This is what it's like.
This is what it's like.
This is what it's like
When my demons leave me at night
And arrive strapped like medieval knights
On overcast days.  

When and if it rains
I hope it washes away the pain
Of this strange stage
And give me hope
To keep my head up
Through these wicked times
And overcast days.

This is what it's like
On overcast days.

Today is one of those dayz
Where I don't feel like talking.
My head is down.
I'm dragging my feet while I'm walking.
They talk to me and all I hear is blah blah blah
****** gawkin like Charlie's parents on the phone.
Today my mind's gear box is stuck in overdrive.
And I just want to be left alone.
Blunts and alcohol to the dome
Rarely help me figure out what's going on.
I just need my thoughts to rise to the surface like foam.
I just want to go home and sift through my issues like a comb.
To rid myself of the thoughts that has never left me alone.

Today is one of those days
Where I don't want to think.
I thought about having a drink
but that will only lead me to bottom of a bottle.
Where my soul becomes pruned and I began to sink.
You see, the way my mind works
I travel to and from my past to decipher my future.
I can't quite say it works because my choices have always lead me being hurt.
Somewhere in my journeys I've lost a part of me. Forever buried in the dirt.
What I see on my quests
is that the music never left.
Always and forever
it compliments the beat up in my chest.
Like a drink with my cigarette
It has made life far from intricate.

A lot of my time goes toward thinking what have I lost and what I need to insert into my troubled mind but today I don't want to think. It hurts too much.
Today, is just one of those dayz.

You would probably see me in ten years
Far ahead of my peers.
Spaced out at a sea of cheers.
Screams as far you can hear.
Bodies as far as you can see
And those that are close to me
Feel my presence like their worst fears.
Faces are covered in tears
As my soul bleeds into their ears.

I am a musician.
I am a musician.
I am the greatest musician
To ever speak in this business.

I had dreams as a kid
Of fans screaming my name.
As an adult the same dreams
Makes me feel insane.
I am the only one blame.
I've taken the wrong roads in life
And driven into quick sands.
That has eaten my time
And blinded me from the light.
Yet ideas and rhymes
Beat down on my head
all the time.
Like the fall of rain.
Spacing out at a blank page
And I can see my pain.
I can see their pain.
I can feel their pain.

These are my aspirations.
What I see when I close my eyes
But I lack the patience.
To fulfill my contemplations
Of becoming what I've always wanted in
Life.
A musician.
A modern day prophet.
With a soul so strong
Even satan can't stop it.
These are my aspirations.
To become greater than what i am now.
My how has become my when
And I know exactly how to win.
How to beat this game of life.
To become secure.
To become sincere and open minded
To the essence of life
And tell the things that people
Only observe and never utter.
These are my aspirations.
You've read it first
From the mind of Klash.

My good morning
was followed by a statement
In which she said "I stank."
It was the cigarette stank
That made her utter the obvious complaint.
She doesn't know my struggle.
A mind of potential
with the heart of a saint.
Yet bound by demons
And voices that say "I can't".
I wish to tell her.
How they help my mind go blank
And away from the thoughts
That are as loud as voices.
How they help me think straight sometimes
And give me the courage
To make the right choices.
It's just remnants of my fall
From when my mind
Hit rock bottom and I was unable
To make the right choices.
All of my demons, I've fought them
And this is the smoke from the battle
In which they are engulfed
In its flame.
The ending of the cant's and aint's.
The smoke from this cigarette.
So please excuse, my cigarette stank.

Oh How her complaint
Will echo through my mind
And never become faint.
I can't take this
So when I get the chance
I will light another cigarette
To forget all about this
And make me become correct.
****, I hate that
I have to smoke another cigarette.

My good afternoon
Was followed by a glare.
A glare that married women
Should never think to dare.
She could see into my soul
And knew that all isn't fair.
Her beauty was one
That I could never compare.
So right back I would stare
Until something broke my attention
And again I begin to stare.
Until I pictured her bare
And being lost in lust
Covered in each other's hair.
Her eyes were flames of a flair
Flickering off in the distance
and Shining through the night air.
I want to reach you
And see what's up with that glare
But life isn't fair.
It has lead us to where we both
Are a separate pair.
Attempts to become close
Will be followed by no's or I can't
And how our meeting was too late.
Which will be her complaint.
The agony, I can not bare
So I will let it fade away with
The smoke from this cigarette.
So please excuse, my cigarette stank.

Oh How her complaint
Will echo through my mind
And never become faint.
I can't take this
So when I get the chance
I will light another cigarette
To forget all about this
And make me become correct.
****, I hate that
I have to smoke another cigarette.
Another cigarette
Another cigarette
**** I have to smoke another cigarette.

My good evening
Was followed an expression
In which it looked like I stank.
Her face was the face
that God makes when we all sin.
Disappointment cloaked in forgiveness
And love.
She smiles as she gives me a hug.
I look at my daughter
And even with her I can feel the love.
When I'm alone I sigh.
My mind is a puzzle
And my true thoughts are shielded
with a muzzle.
So I let them fade away with
The smoke from this cigarette.
I just hope they excuse, my cigarette stank.

Have you ever seen
A *** in the trash?
Searching for food
And to put some clothes on his ***?
That's how I feel at times.
Not in the sense of homelessness
But deep within my mind.
I've wasted too much time
Coasting through life
As if things were alright
And they would just find their way
To the light.
That's something I know wasn't right.

And now I know that
I've wasted too much daylight.
I've wasted too much time
Lost inside my mind.
Over time things have dried.
Something's have even died
And now I'm left with what I've become
Over time.
All I can think of
Was that a mind
Is a terrible things to waste.

Procrastination possesses my soul
Like the cold
When I've been accustomed to the heat.
The feeling makes me a bit bold
To take a break
From what keeps me up at night.
Just to get a little sleep
And get further away
From what I see in my dreams
When I open my eyes.
Many schemes, many strategies
Go to waste and I give in
To the weak part of my mind.
I hit the snooze for the sixth time this morning
As I leap from my resting place
In the present time of my life.
Half asleep, looking back on
Where I've been.
******* because I am
Not where I should be.
Too many times
I've given into me

And now I know that
I've wasted too much daylight.
I've wasted too much time
Lost inside my mind.
Over time things have dried.
Something's have even died
And now I'm left with what I've become
Over time.
All I can think of
Was that a mind
Is a terrible things to waste.

Nothing.
The world was created
from nothing.
And for some reason
I can't get my mind to say something.
I will probably search the world
To find that one thing
That makes my souls sing
Way after life
And the many things it will bring.
My voice
My voice that will shake the forts
Of comfortability
Without all the complexities
I try to tell myself
That it needs.

Let the soulless feed on
What I've created from nothing.
Let them rave
And say that it was touching.
Clutching, each of their arms
Wanting to bring back that feeling
That I've created from nothing.

Let them remember
What I've created from nothing.
All to give them something to feel.
So when times get hard it helps them deal
With life's problems when they're surreal
Or to simply escape from the thoughts
We keep concealed.
I hope it helps them heal.
I hope it helps them heal
From the wounds caused by how the heart feel.
When that other can't reciprocate the love
They once had.
All from what I've created from nothing.

Until that day
I have to write something everyday
And turn nothing to something everyday.
Until the old me fades away
And reveal a being far brighter that grey.
Until that day
This pen will write away.
Until they know my name
And that my voice is here to stay.
Until that day
I have to remember
Everything comes from nothing

And in life
We are here for something.
So my words should come
From nothing.

Because in reality
We know nothing.