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1.1k · Feb 2011
Alexander's Flowers
Phil Midnight Feb 2011
Sweet,
Sweet poison.
I long to feel you in my veins.
Burning petals take me to new heights
Where God himself can feel the flames.
Roots that take where others don't dare,
A direct line to this ever beating heart.
Coursing through my every limb,
Until our worlds collapse and part.

Aroma so sweet,
Who could resist,
The stinging pain that is your kiss?
Monster of dependence.
Queen of misery.
Piece by piece you took away
What once was known as 'Me'.

What initially swallowed away my pain
Has only brought me more.
A bandage left on far too long,
Will account for this festering sore.
I am a ghost,
A myst of being.
I'm there in body with no soul.
Slowly, yet steadily,
You suffocate life,
Until of what was, bares witness your toll.

"Indulge," you say.
"Taste of what I give.
Take me in with every ounce
Of gluttony,
Of desire,
Of sin."
So in excess I delved into your arms,
To hide from all my fears.
Little did I realize your mission
Of wasting precious years.

It wasn't until you finally killed me,
That I truly became awake.
At last rid of the serpent slithering.
The intravenous Eve of the snakes.
Alexander found his use for you,
Some many years ago.
Let us hope my mistakes,
My longing for love,
Keeps others from feeling your blow.
Woman are drugs.  I myself have an insatiable appetite for the love of a woman, even after my recent heartache.  I just know now to take it in stride, for another overdose would be my last mistake.
1.0k · Feb 2011
Forever End Ever
Phil Midnight Feb 2011
Death reading love its last right,
Our fate denied by the stars tonight.
This pain will consist of my life.
No end in sight as dark oceans collide,
We stand side by side.
Just to run and hide.
Blind eyes are open wide.

Well it's meaningless for now.
This kiss it doesn't count.
Our love can't heal a mind that's come unwound.
No this kiss it doesn't count,
When the meaning is left out.
Our passion's fire burns us to the ground.

I found internal anguish.
Hate and pain become one and the same.
Darkness fills my heart,
As I choke this day away.
Now my head runs dry.
She cries through angel's eyes.
White dress a disguise masking her lies.

Well it's meaningless for now.
This kiss it doesn't count.
Our love can't heal a mind that's come unwound.
No this kiss it doesn't count,
When the meaning is left out.
An empty promise leading us to doubt.

Without a heart so hollow,
There's reason lacking me to follow.
Put an end to all this sorrow.
For me there is no tomorrow.
Comes as no surprise.
I am gone.
Everybody dies without love.

The pain,
Our death and fire.
Our soul.
Rebirth.
A rise from ashes of scorn.
Regain your soul's assention.
Let go.
Remain the final product
Of hope.

Peek in the broken mirror.
Look deep in my soul.
Fragments of a shattered life,
Splintered on the wall.
Day burns away the night,
I'm down by dawn,
I'm done.
Forced to admit that there is
No moon without this son.

Death reading love its last right,
Our fate denied by the stars tonight.
This pain will consist of my life.
No end in sight as dark oceans collide,
We stand side by side.
Just to run and hide.
Blind eyes are open wide.
It's amazing how the human mind can repress pain until finally one day, it vomits itself onto paper to finally allow a new beginning.
807 · Feb 2011
Ms. Guided
Phil Midnight Feb 2011
A heart as deep as the dimples on your cold, lying smile,
Ms. Guided, you held me along every mile.

Tell me. Was it worth it?
All your sneaking around,
With your legs off the ground.
Did he earn it?
Did he deserve it?
I'm sure he laid on the charm,
Until you clung to his arm.

Well, I hope you're happy now.

Ms. Guided was your name from birth,
When you came to earth from the hells that forged you.
And I'll wrap you in this tattered box,
Marked LOVE on the top.
I'm just a lover scorned too.
Ms. Guided, the last laugh's for me.
How's it feel to be the flavor of the week?

Lace *******? And a bra to match?
Not for me to enjoy,
But for your new boy toy.
I'm sure you had fun whenever I was out,
But it's not filling my shoes he should be worried about.

And I'm sure you're empty now.

Ms. Guided was your name from birth,
When you came to earth from the hells that forged you.
And I'll wrap you in this tattered box,
Marked LOVE on the top.
I'm just a lover scorned too.
Ms. Guided, the last laugh's for me.
How's it feel to be the flavor of the week?

I'm finally able to rid your taste from my mouth.
I know our love isn't all that's been going south.
Don't come crawling back when you flames of lust become weak.
My heart's a graveyard, baby. To the dead, your talk is cheap.

Ms. Guided was your name from birth,
When you came to earth from the hells that forged you.
And I'll wrap you in this tattered box,
Marked LOVE on the top.
I'm just a lover scorned too.
Ms. Guided, the last laugh's for me.
How's it feel to be the flavor of the week?
This song came pretty naturally to me in a tongue-in-cheek manner once i started looking at my divorce in a more positive light.  She'll learn to regret her mistakes.  We all learn. :)
713 · Feb 2011
Love?
Phil Midnight Feb 2011
Love?**
A word any more loaded would surely have its vessel of destruction  firmly planted against the vulnerable flesh of my soul.
A tool only to be managed by the most skilled of marksmen.  
Naturally every man feels a sense of entitlement when it comes to venturing into the grand shadow that love casts.  
The sad reality being few ever make it out of the dark.  
Somewhere beyond the gloom of our contemporary road less traveled by is the Utopian bliss of beauty and contempt.
Perfection?
No.
Never perfection, but the closest our society will ever achieve.
Beauty...
Real beauty...
Is the ability to love imperfections, and embrace them as truth.
Honesty is the true happiness.
to be honest with one's self is to be true to his fellow man.
We are as we are for reasons beyond our control, yet destiny can be persuaded by selfless acts of love and truth.
Give me your tired, your weak, and your poor, and I will show you your casualties of war.
Not a war fought on any foreign front, but an internal struggle of love for another which will always strike swiftly and blunt.
710 · Feb 2011
Alkaline Zero
Phil Midnight Feb 2011
Watching the leaves cascade accross the pond,
All the while remembering the wrong we've done.
The only irony in our agony being that of your lies of love.
This door of opportunity abruptly slammed in my face.
Now to just wait for another to open in its place.

I feel the sympathy of your cold razor's edge.
A little stab at her favorite band.
708 · Feb 2011
Overdue Affirmation
Phil Midnight Feb 2011
Cold wind blows from the lips I once kissed.
Only remnants remain of what could have been missed.
Frozen in fear from the words that you speak,
No more am I frigid.
No more am I weak.

I've reclaimed the flame that fuels me.
The true me.
The new me.
What is left of the old me.
What used to be, it ceased to be.
Severed are the ties that bound me from being free.
Sometimes you just need a pick-me-up.
659 · Feb 2011
Before My Eyes
Phil Midnight Feb 2011
Welcome to my world.
I appologize,
It's crumbling down,
Before my eyes.
Another year passes,
But I'm still barely scraping by.
And now I'm forced to watch the candle drown,
Before I can let out a cry.

Life is nothing,
Without love so real.
Can you taste that sweet venom on my tongue.
What you hold inside,
Of your fragile life,
Is misery.
Chew all that you bite off,
It pleases me.
I envy tasting,
The time we're wasting.

How can I let you die?
Your life is in my hands.
I can't just watch you die.
But I have to run away.
There's some things that I can't face.

Death means nothing,
Without love so real.
Can you taste that venom from my tongue?
We all die.
We all say goodbye,
To the ones we love.

How can I let you die?
Your life is in my hands.
I can't just watch you die.
But I have to run away.
There's some things that I can't face.

I'll keep you in my heart.
Never out of sight.
(There's some things that I can't face.)
I'll never watch you crawl,
Down into the night.
(There's some things that I can't face.)

Why can't I let go of my past?
I walked with one foot in the cemetary.
Gray skies shadow every grove.
I try,
Because I can't let you free from your fate.
Free from your faith.
Free from your hate,
Free from your chains.

I'll keep you in my heart.
Never out of sight.
(There's some things that I can't face.)
I'll never watch you crawl,
Down into the night.
(There's some things that I can't face.)

Welcome to my world.
I appologize it's crumbling down,
Before my eyes.
Before my eyes.
This song is a difficult one for me.  The coward who acted on lust with my ex wife was once my best friend.  I wrote this when his father passed away from cancer some years back.  I've done all I can to find another meaning behind it for myself, and I'm happy to report that it has not been a futile effort.  Again...Thank you Matt Storm for your incredible contributions.
589 · Feb 2011
Lost Souls
Phil Midnight Feb 2011
There is a place for you,
In this heart that's gone unused.
With this body I've abused,
Trying to forget about you.
Alone in this life,
The death has no peace.
With my blind eye inside,
I can see your deceipt for more.
You want more.
I want more.

I'm losing sight of you.
Far too much has changed.
I'm losing memories of what could be.
What would be.
Years have not been kind.
Your reasons are unwise.
In this vision of you're life,
We're running out of time.

I still look for you.
Are you looking for me?
I still look for you.
Are you looking for me?

Sometimes we say some stupid things we never meant.
Sometimes we hate far to much of everything.
Will you come to me,
Take away the pain of hate?
Your eyes make me see,
The final flow of fate.

I still look for you.
Are you looking for me?
I still look for you.
Are you looking for me?
Pretty straight forward.  The 6th sense we all have when our gut tells us it's not right, but we foolishly follow our hearts.
578 · Feb 2011
A Pitiful Shade of You
Phil Midnight Feb 2011
Watch as you fall from grace.
Let him lie your smurk clear off your face,
As you relentlessly cling to false embrace.
Is it not working out?

You had your chance for love,
But your taste untrue.
I should have foreseen this life being for you.
So enjoy your life of black and blues.
I won't be around.

Choke on your sin.
I've swallowed it all.
Some of these were written in a drunken stupor on bar room napkins.  a great friend once told me, "Write drunk...edit sober."  I haven't been sober long enough to begin editing.  Partially to blame on my friends stretching my birthday celebration into a week long party.
564 · Feb 2011
Torn Together
Phil Midnight Feb 2011
I wake up in my bed,
She's in my head again.
Sleep is no escape from her plot to steal my heart.
For the one I love,
My heart gives into lust.

Couldn't tear me away from the one I love.
Couldn't tear me away from the one I love.

One more drink,
Until I drown.
One last step,
I'll hit the ground.
No more fear,
I fear no more.
One last love,
I'm getting torn.

Admit it,
You love me.
I'm the reason,
You can't sleep.
Confess,
You're playing these games,
With heads and hearts.

Don't cry your tears.
I will be here.
For you, my love,
My heart conquered my trust.

Couldn't tear me away from the one I love.
Couldn't tear me away from the one I love.

One more drink,
Until I drown.
One last step,
I'll hit the ground.
No more fear,
I fear no more.
One last love,
I'm getting torn in two.

Run your nails on my flesh.
Feel my teeth sink in your neck.
Our tongues collide,
Take me inside.
Two hearts come as one.

One more drink,
Until I drown.
One last step,
I'll hit the ground.
No more fear,
I fear no more.
One last love,
I'm getting torn.
One more drink,
Until I drown.

One last step,
I'll hit the ground.
No more fear,
I fear no more.
One last night,
Torn together with you.
A song of mine which we perform regularly in our set list.  Hope you enjoy.
563 · Feb 2011
Weeping Beauty
Phil Midnight Feb 2011
Lover,
Please don't cry.
I'll never leave your side.
Always, and tonight,
I will love you.

Oh no,
No I won't let you go.
Don't give into your fears,
Keep hope.
I'm gonna save you with a kiss,
Weeping Beauty.

Darling,
It's alright.
With you here by my side.
Staring in your eyes,
I'm one with you.
Show me you love me.
Please show me love me.
Show me.
Show me.
I'll show you.

Oh no,
No I won't let you go.
Don't give into your fears,
Keep hope.
I'm gonna save you with a kiss,
Weeping Beauty.
Wrote this one about 8 years ago and some days.  It still grabs me for some reason.  Original title, 'Breaking In Two'.  A bit too cliche, we thought.  Thank you, Matt Storm for helping me breathe new life into this puppy.

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