Though it swallows our friends, the grave never speaks
And our voices can’t reach them now; they’re buried too far down
It’s difficult to imagine how dark it is for you, I guess this was something you had to go through
What’s it like, being free? Is it like a dream?
You never liked the noise, the ruckus and all the ploys
I guess you got what you always wanted, though it all seems haunted
This world seems a little darker to me too, of my cold grave it’s a little preview
Your memory will die now that you’re gone, inevitable like the going of dawn
This journey without you, I wonder if it even matters whether I do
The birds sing as before, I see when I’m gone there’ll be no uproar
With you in silence, to the earth I return and bring some balance
As it was so it will be, a life is gone and gives another its key
This life is pointless as can be, but it defines our eternity
Soon silence comes and we leave this place, so toil for the next and for this grace

Roll around in a field of dandelions and **** on everything she loves, I wish for the sky to consume thou, up my eyes, nose, and waist
Swallow fur
Swallow fur
Swallow fur
The scents of Fritos
Melanin and lead paint

desu desu desu desu
I'm here wearing a white suit, to shove socks in my ears
Stuff me in a dark box away from ******* everyone and let me cry like a helpless child stuck in the snow on December
Dark fantasies of computer hacks in a *****'s cellular phone,
that Christ exposed
that virgins read black and blue
Who loves sniffing tall men's necks and blabbering about every line of thought in what she calls a brain

burn Brittany Hunt, a ****
Whose who

You're a pumice stone, she's a pile of gray soil.
You only wanted all of us to be okay
For everything to be okay
She wanted us dead.
Yet she calls you a friend.
You look at her as only as a pencil drawing,
just not as *****.
Not enough do.
She's nothing.
She's got a face full of makeup, a mouth layered with fat, and a mind full of ****.

But you're better than that
You don't deserve her
You're better than her.

Noise made me do it

Foggy weather blues
Allergies cause me to sneeze
Dead leaves and damp grass

Passing cars of noise,
The onlookers, judging me,
My headache, myself.