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Jonathan Wood Oct 2013
The more that I think of the wings I have cut.
I feel no remorse for those prey after all.
The artist's hands are so delicate with touch.
They all have their tales of me but...
As I be, the heavens can't stop me and
I won't concede anymore.
You must see this constant execution.
Deliver these wings to the one.
As the daylight shades.
I shall fill these graves.
Fulfilling my needs, The artist's deeds.
I am wide awake.
One thousand eyes look upon me.
All filled with tears.
I offer my hand as a symbol of trust.
The artist has seen throughout all of your fears.
Lure you all in with seduction and lust.
If I pull the blade on enough of those young,
I'm the memory, that you'll never lose.
With enough feathers, I will be the one.
I'm the memory that you will never lose.

For I am the artist with delicate hands...
Jonathan Wood Oct 2013
I love love cause,
It breaks the key inside me.
I love love cause,
It bites me very gently.
I love love cause,
I hold on so tightly.
I love love cause,
it eats away so lightly.
I love love cause,
it makes my friends despise me.
I love love cause,
it haunts my dreams nightly.
I love love cause,
it refuses to protect me.
I love love cause,
love is all around me.
I love love cause,
it makes myself the enemy.
I love love cause I love love's love for love.
Jonathan Wood Oct 2013
You're still in my head.
Amongst the carrion, you walk as a drifter.
You're still in my bed.
Though split tongued snake eyes enter the after.

Your melting face is still in question.
The sunspots blinding is still a weapon.

You're still in my heart.
Amongst contusions you walk as a keeper.
You still fall apart.
Though chalk skinned star saints follow you deeper.

You seek the soulless of old to bury you in gold.
Make my sun refuse to shine.
And the song will cease to rhyme.
If your heart does lose its hope, use the weight in your pockets to tighten your rope.
Jonathan Wood Oct 2013
I drive.
But your fears keep you dead inside.
I mattered.
But your lies swell your heart with pride.
Denies.
It hides away your beauty.
You refused to drive away.
Black eyes.
It's really not worth saving.
Cost to much to self inflict.

Poison sends my mind away.
Soaks what you left to decay.
Failure to exist today.
So she shined a ***** grey.
Couldn't keep her but still need her and I wonder why.
She whispered songs into my ear begging us to die.
I tried to take her by the hand and show her we could fly.

I lie.
But the truth always seems to split the skies.
We die.
And never had that chance to try.
Jonathan Wood Oct 2013
It's just about time you see..
Maybe love is not for me.
Could it be my nervous twitch?
Maybe it's my oxy itch.
Build yourself a padded room,
Big enough for him and you.
Straight jacket gray and used.
Cover up your bad tattoos.
Could It be the way you bailed?
I'm draggin on a coffin nail.
Sent our love away to fly.
But baby I still had to try.
Take it till it's not enough.
Moving on is not so tough.
So karma then would be your prize.
Chew it up with all the lies.
And the people that you thought you knew..
built an army who will despise you.

Don't try to hear me now.
How can silence be so loud?
Through everything I seem to fail.
I'm draggin on a coffin nail.
Jonathan Wood Oct 2013
I don't quite know the way this goes.
The message passed right through me.
Far from me, Its thin as dust.
All the words so soothing.
It's name was framed, and on this day
the blender's blades start moving.
This is where we need the suture.
All the psalms are falling out.
Careful not to lose it, and bring this to its mouth.
Even he knows, you shouldn't count the crows,
when your cornered to the map.
There's that one you despise.
During this change.
New plans are made.
Endless counts of service.
Can I attempt to bruise it?
Is all of this allowed?
Am I the only one to use it?
Because of what I saw?
I guess I'll learn to use fire for the burn.
If I'm cornered to the map, you're the one I despise.
Jonathan Wood Oct 2013
Speaking to myself, scratching the split in my head.
Grinning at the killer dripping your face red.
Danced around the fire, blew your last line.
Just about the time I made her become mine.

He won't confess
I know you're thinking about it none of the less.
You're reading spirals and she's biting my neck.
Grab my hand, bend over, just to make you sick
Just so you know,

I'm staring at the video, turn it off, take above I'll **** from below.
Singing backwards riddles gags your eyes glossy red.
Whispering eyes aligning while you lay on my bed.
Forced like rusty metal just to cause your shift.
The warm sweat skin you share, the pain is a gift.

Lets try something else,
Let's try something new,
Buy the *** that sells,
homicide while inside you.
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