pascal

pascal Oct 2012

I

loose the I or lose yourself
i choose to lose my sanctity in the world
lost in the words flowing from my decaying mouth
but its a curse left for me by my family
always asking questions

lose the I or lose yourself
i choose to lose my bitter heart
my arms are tense
my eyes are shot
my legs feel weak
and my head is hot
envious rage
bitter heart
i've lost my will from the very start
i've let people hold my dreams in their hands
now its time to take them back
they're my own to keep
not theirs to cheat

my candles are spent
their time is done
the wick is burned
live for free alchemy

pascal Oct 2012

intuitions are 85% right

all they want is a sweet flesh hole to harvest in
pink wet and tight to the fit
let me get in
get that, get in that
let me get in
open your doors to me
please please, just be with me
all i am is what they want

i see their eyes and how they lie
i see their eyes and how they lie
i see their eyes and how they lie
i see your eyes and how they lay

im not naive
my soul is old
intutions, intutions cutting in on me
cutting in on me
cutting in me
keeping me awake at night
keeping my brain buzzing like a plane running low on gas
running out of circulation
loosing blood, ounce by ounce

get that get in that
get in get in
get that get in that
let me in

pascal Oct 2012

my first love

see, i did have you right the whole time
broken promises of a three
all i wanted was to be in your arms
broken promises are all you ever gave to me
break the skepticism
your first love will always break your heart.

pascal Oct 2012

embrace your will

im the one who adjust myelf in a way that leaves little to the imagination
embracing every depression with heart and will
manners of ther heart or manners of the head
choose with caution even if its something to dread
how tall was i before i became old?
before the brittle earth took a hold of my eyes?
i was six-foot-nine on the day of my third birthday
put upon a pedestle in front of my world
not quite human yet
not a care in my heart
no tastes of my own medicine
too naive, but still very alive

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