These days,
Darkness actually envelopes me.
As box-fans are speaking to the dead.
There has been a mutiny happening.
It's going to happen again.

These days,
Demons haven't left footprints.
No, they've only time for their claws.
There is no need to cover evidence.
There is but hate from straight to cross.

These days have all become nights.
These days have nothing to lose.
These days are here for a fight.
These days bring only bad news.

These days,
I'm losing time.
I'm one without cause.
I'm one without rhyme.


These days,
we're on the rise.
We're one with another.
We're the all-seeing eye.

Sometimes,
what I need
is you to
tell me what
I've seen.

I want everything
perceived
since I'm
so hard
to make believe.

I know that we
will die together;
let's change
frontiers
from flesh
to leather.

In time,
all storms
are weathered.
I am here
for worse,
or better.

My God,
I know forever
merely holds
but 7 letters.

My God,
I know I never
will believe
I could forget her.

Imagine what was a wall,
covered in twisted metal
and oil and filth and dust;
the tracks still in tact,
for they must be.
They must.

Play it backwards,
you will see,
the potential lives
I used to seize.

Play it forward,
close your eyes;
here comes the wreck,
here come the cries.

And *******!
It can't get worse.

I said, ‘*******!
Rewind this curse.’
*******!  *******!
We’d best reverse.

And *******!
We've all seen worse.
I swear, *******!
Just stop the hearst.

*******!  *******...
This can’t get worse.
*******.. *******..
this is no first.

I don't know if I'm imagining things,
but it feels like things are happening.
I'm smiling like I always do.
But, I'm happier these days, it's true.

I've got my reasons;
I'm not crediting the season.
But, the Sun can help, I know it's true.
It seems as though, it's bleeding through.

I've got my reasons
and don't blame them on the season.
I know it's true- It seems it's true.
The sun is slowly burning through.

Uncomfortable in tights
Cape limp in the un-wind
Eyes closed tightly
Teeth a-******-grinding
I have the power to disappear
If only I could use it

Why is it that we live two lives?
There's one for truth and one for lies.
I'm getting sick of alibis.
I'd rather we just compromise.
You can't see what I've been seeing.
Truth be told, it has not been easy.
I could tell you anything and you'd believe me,
but that's the same **** thing you've been achieving.

I was only three days in
on my journey across a desert
when my body just gave in
and laid down itself for comfort.

When I would close my eyes,
I couldn't hardly see.
Then a man made out of rock
shook the sand beneath my feet.

He was a man of few words;
not-so-subtle in his approach.
He reached for my hand
and offered me his home.

I woke up in a cave
in a tattered woolen cloak
by a fire burning softly
like a song sung out of hope.

Time dragged on forever
before I decided to leave.
I put a knife right through my friend
and I left him there to bleed.

Do I prey on the weak
or do they prey on me?
Is it some collaboration
that I have yet to see?

Now when I close my eyes,
I can't hardly see.
The sand fills up my throat
until I can barely breathe.

I just barely realized I can see.
I'll be the better man, I swear I can.
I just barely realized I can see.

I just barely realized I can breathe.
I'll make the best of this broken hand, I swear I can.
I just barely realized I can breathe.

Just barely realized I can see.
Just realized how much you can mean to me.

When I’m the
last of the fallen,
the absolute last
that Death ignores,
you’ll find me
crawling toward
the bright and sunny,
the endless calm,
the milk and honey.

To the people of the former plant Earth:
Who in the **** are we now?
The time police have been cracking down.
We've dug a hole and we can't get out.

To the people of the former planet Earth:
We've been wearing the stars as a crown,
but if we get a chance to really look around,
we have to disambiguate all that we have found.

To the people of the former planet Earth:
Whatever plans you have made, disregard them.
Any belongings you've saved, please discard them.
For the crimes you committed, there isn't cause for a pardon.

To the people of the former planet Earth:
What do we have to say for ourselves now?
The time police have been strutting around
and we're letting them win, because we don't know how.

We are the people of the former planet Earth.

When I look into a mirror in my imaginary world,
I see my face in the form of plastic, melting as it's skewed.
The alphabet is distant and my jaw shudders at the thought of rooms
filled with gold and colors as the fungus in me is consumed.
With this puddle feeling and trees reflected in my wake,
I know I should be sleeping, but my mind is wide awake.
Anything that flashes pulls the wall's breath to sights I can't mistake.
I'm cold and covered in my skin as ideas spill out thin
and the letters slowly gather and my mouth is caving in.
Train-wrecked are my teeth with whatever this might be.
They're pressing inward on my mind as I lose my self in sound.
My teeth are slowly bending, wrecking everything around.

i’m at a service
for someone i didn’t know
but wish i had, i suppose
you never said much
but now it means more
yet i’m still an outsider
without feelings about her
as your insides knot up
and your son can’t understand
i’m a phantom at best
with an invisible hand

Her mouth: the trap door.
It pulls you in and screams for more
and now she's flirting with disaster,
playing with fire and burning faster.

Her latch is weak and opens easy.
You'll always lose when she gets greedy.
Also stemmed from her abyss:
the self -respect of a dying fish.

Oh, it comes and goes, but here it comes.
We better latch the door and ******* run.

I wrote in circles like a vinyl ******, but still running, and bounded over what could have made the story wholly forgiving.

I am the only one
to ever hear
exactly what I said:

I cannot begin
to tell you how
this might end.

I had an underwater swordfight
with a giant squid.
The only way to win
was by severing the head.

He had eyes the size of skies;
a heavyweight leviathan
with perfect purple skin
spanning 1000 mile limbs.

There was blood in the water;
it was all that you could see.
The monster that was slain
had been slain by only me.

There was blood in the water;
it was all that you could see.
There was blood in the water,
but it wasn't from me.

these eyes as a fish-eyed lens
the mind’s eye turns into them
capsize belly-up again
recycle my abdomen

Your sense of delusion makes me sick
and while I thought that I was good at it,
my efforts don't seem to amount to ****
next to the heaps that you've harvested.

I swear your face is a place only for waste
and your eyes tell lies that pile to the sky.
To find that you've not mustered a sense humility
might be a worldwide shock, but is no surprise to me.

I know **** well  just who you are
and I know where you've come from.
Yet, I still don't understand the things
that we had once begun.

I swear you turn demons out from angels
and could make a Moon out of the Sun.
Just know that I'll be the one who's laughing
after all is said and all is done.

There is a slight delay
in our speech and our ways,
the time for a choice
to make peace with disdain.

I found I was wrong.
You were right all along.
I'm a stuttering chorus.
You're a verse in a song.

i've got weekend friends
all throughout the week.
each doing their part in numbing me.
but, the simple thought of a tragedy
can set me off like you won't believe.
and then i'm gone,
but not back home.
to a place i'm building out of fear
that i'm not going anywhere but here.
but, if i'm gone,
then so are you.
i'm a weekend friend
is that all i am?
'cause if that's true,
i'm so over you.
and if i'm gone,
then so are you.
i'm a weekend friend-
yeah, you're right, it's true.
i'm old on me and i'm over you.
i'm a weekend friend,
but so are you.
we're weekend friends,
i'll be there, won't you?

1: "What if things died in the Spring
and all bloomed in the Fall;
with the Summer still warm
and the Winter still cold?"

2: "What if the minute we awake
is the minute we sleep?
So, when eyes are kept shut,
they are open to see?"

1: "What if we've got it all wrong,
but we've always been right?
What if mornings are evenings
and daytime is night?"

2: "What if up has been down
and East has been West?
What if people at their worst
are people at their best?"

1: "That would be weird."

2: "Yeah, way weird."

I don't know what could get to you.
Your skin is stone, I thought you knew.
I've been shooting in the dark at you,
to make visible your new found wounds.

So, I've gotta ask
and I need to know:
What makes you sad?
What makes you sad?
I've got to ask,
'cause I need to know.

Window sun with no breeze in tow.
Late night love and a warm ride home.
All of that with a helping hand
brings up one thing that I've got to ask.

I've got to ask
and I need to know
A little bit about what your heart calls home.

I've got to ask,
'cause I need to know
a little bit about a place you've always known.

I've got to ask,
'cause I need to know:
What makes you sad?
What makes you sad?

I've got to ask,
'cause I need to know.

Walk softly thine lamb.
Take care stepping; for there are
wolves in the throne room.

I've left you alone for days and days.
Oh, my internal wordpress, you we're once my slave.
I hope you come back since I have set you free.
The one missing out has been me, poor me.

I've left you alone for months and weeks and days.
Oh, my internal wordpress, you we're once my slave.
I hope you come back since I've set you free.
The one missing out has been me, poor me.

Winston, how do you do?
The long burn always
suited you.
Somber smoke and draw;
Cut dry but always
pulling through.
Never let the heat run out;
let time lull by and
smother fools.
Brass plume and patting snare.
Our bodies packt like
thieves with care.
Digital patterns breathe like air.
Glue cracking, splitting;
bands don’t care.
Salted earth is always fair.
Fermented stacks of
ashes bear.

You know the the feeling
of inseparable grace
hand-in-hand with a sense
of apparent distaste.

I'm so sick of sorrow
skirted by unintentional affection.
Plus, you confuse the relation
between my heart and thought sensations.

I've never hurt worse
in such a short amount of time.
You'll never read this spiel,
but a silent thought is fine.

**** this thought of hope.
**** what I would like to see.
I was so full of accusations
that I forgot to breathe.

Yes, I am your lover, but I won't ever be your friend.
We will never be more than we have ever been.
I've been writing down these words in repentance of my sins.
There's no need to be alarmed; this merely ends where it begins.

No, you're not my lover, but you'll always be my friend.
We will never be as much as we've already been.
You've forced on me this distance and I will break before I bend.
There is cause to be alarmed; you've severed ties that we can't mend.

I'm not really hard of hearing,
I just don't really care.
I fly through this heart-break city
like the wind in your hair.

Well, I've baited the hook
with the excuse that you took.
I could be a professional liar,
but couldn't make it as an actor.

I've been writing a script
free of any old glitch
just to make my point hit
like a *******.

I'm a sponge-like body
with a hint of faith
and I tell everybody
that I'm all but a fake.

I'm not really hard of hearing,
but skulls are pretty hard to break through.
I am a breeze made of healing
that you shouldn't just be an irate fool.

I'm not beyond feeling
and I seem like I care.
I show the face of an iceberg-
but, the bottom is there.

I'll be breaking the right things,
but good things see repair.
I hope you don't despise me,
but I'm pulling at despair.

light-footed,
seeds: hidded.
green-chaired,
white-haired.
jaws: fitted,
teeth-bitted.

one ounce,
too speedy.
three loves,
for teeny.
your lies?
believing.