I threw my head in a pit of fire
Ive never since been inspired
The worlds a mirror who am I to blame
Im bathing in a boiling pool of shame
I sing a song my eyes too wet to see
devil of the past please let me be
You stole my heart and wont set it free
come on Kayla please let me be
I try so hard to turn the page
Im a host for pent up rage
the world laughs hysterically
oh my mind please let me be

Mossy forest meadows
Sun doubles on the sea
The final rays are setting
And your warmth is stays with me

The warmth of an energetic wisp
Something I never failed to miss
Raining on my skin a heated bliss
Like the taste between your hips
Beauty in a softly scented kiss
With your gently throbbing lips

perscuter
victim /_\ rescuer

here's to ending this pyramid scheme:

the rescuer is:
jumping bean in trauma closet
the persecutor is:
a vampiric silence
the victim is:
numbness prostituting for warmth

and they shift ominously like phases of the moon

There's gotta be a place
where we can be in peace
and the furious rivers flow
will finally begin to cease

You say I'm being sensitive
I'm looking for whats not there
but all I ask is one small smile
to glimpse through the waters air

Why must i drown in the rivers pull
give me a boat to row
to a place where peace and happiness
will have no shackles in which to show

I watch another day swim by
my eyes been wet till sleep
I try to tread in this vicious gyre
and my heart proceeds to weep

And though the current's not too strong
no air will reach my lungs
throughout the months and now the years
mercy I have sung

Well you talk too much
Just smoke your **** joint
Wispy plumes out the window
Fill with words like a comic
Painted in frames, orange glow fireflies
Just be a poet
And let the silence be quiet
Get that wood stove on your boat
And planks for your bed
Rock with the waters
And give me some head
Your tongue had more uses
Than shaping air into audible sounds
The bell rings for itself
But you speak, for everyone else

Railroads and cascades
The train whistles through the wind
A shudder shivers as a ghost wails
What will become of us?
What will we find?
What will become of us?
Midnight strikes steel
Under the moonless sky
We hear him echo in sleep
Is this where we're meant to be?
Lost in the forest
A tear dries slowly
Eternal skin cracking with transient air
Squeamish in our dreams
The ripple of our grandfathers
Washes over still
What will become of us?
The putrid silence wails