There is nothing darker than the putrid soul of your heart
Crusted by burnt desires and pyroclastic ash
Tortured by your existence, dipped into the hells of mankind

Bubbling skin and singed mercy embrace me whole
Turn up flames and burn me alive
Hear my screams ****** your mind

Cast me out of the dead, for I am not leaving
Laid in a forever coma then awakened
Pompeii is dead, Pompeii is dead, Pompeii is dead

There were furrows in his brow
Kept his music much too loud
Paper skin and paper grin
To his chest, a heart we'll pin

Veins are ****** tunnels
A carbonated bottle
A lump love funnels,
Bubbles over, feeling sober
Dismal future, no four leaf clover
Afraid to search around for a light
Afraid to wait around and see that it might
Not be all that worthwhile

He lived to take flight
Dark crimson in a ****** vile
Injection withdrawn, thin paper smile
Down below,
Ground is coming near
And before the pavement
A vision was clear

A final thought rummaged through his brain
A blissful blow, a final aching pain
A florescent concussion, an angelic cheer
A temporary life he lived
For it was not death he feared

Tuesday September 8
11:59 pm ~ virtual mind

And maybe I could sleep forever
Until my feet turn to clouds
My souls to dust
I sleep as my limbs grow light
Inching toward a numbness
Like never before

Maybe if I could sleep at all
I'd realize that my dreams are real
The only thing that's make believe
is this life we're all pretending
We're so ******* small
in the scheme of things
Don't you ******* forget that

And my dear,
Don't let your big head get in the way of your beautiful mind
Confine in me, what you never could
I've always counted on a pinkie finger
For a trust as strong as redwood

It's true, the sun will rise
This galaxy is hidden in your eyes
A perfect paradox we saw
Exchanging vows in a funeral hall

With a world so vast and mesmerizing
I tipped the flask that you were hiding
Stream of consciousness, waters rising
Broke the dam,
the lake is stagnant
I've always attracted your sadness
like a magnet

And I know I'm not a mind reader
But ****, I could creep inside
I'm swimming in concrete
You're walking on clouds

Let go of your mental restraints
A lucid defying of limits
For the roadless traveled
is not a road after all

Submerge,
fresh supply of water
Alert,
Every inch of torture

And I'm tired of feeling lukewarm
Lately, just not in the mood
searching for a sensation to fill a ******* adjective
Blank spaces, wrong words
Deemed to numb to live