Careening moonlight
You show me what I once
Thought was right
I drink now for the sake of mankind
The bullet casings reflect the
Sun as the wine in my cup
Sloshes from right to left and
My own life is not my own -
A price to pay for theft
I love you
You make me
The way I am
And I press my mind
To these keys
And realize everything and
Nothing in the end will
Be alright
In solitude
I pray to creation
Seeing that life is merely
A bottle
And when its empty
It ain't worth a ****
Tasting the stars in their
Brilliance of absence
I recollect my own upbringing
And remember my hallow mother
Singing her nightly hymns
But to begin with memories are
To step in the backgrounds of
Imaginations personal horrors, own borrows,
The lonely tunnels of a city long since dead
That instead of exhaling we try
Inhaling; pressing Death right back
I am young
I am old
I am a story
That has already
Been told
Yet I
Live on
I smile
I smell the scents
Of a world gone and
Past and taste at last
The current of the river
The wind of the crass
A life that has
Already ended
But has no ambition
To Pass
Self held in my own vices
The upstate prices of page to brain
Makes me shutter as the gutter
Winces in its realizations of the brandishing
Blade of the horses with their war
My existence presses Her finger upon
The broken page of the unstoppable cops
Where I stop to think where then my
Life - though good - has spoiled quite abrupt
Oh to obey in sun struck love
Where the only thing that is real is above
But anything I recall I forget
A smile that says to me "not yet"
I once thought I was close
But see now
I am so far away
If asked to stay
I don't know what I'd say
Each countless pride
Has its side
Just like the ocean in Her majesty
And unseen tides
Again
I slip into a smile
A false breathe
As I take my body back
In high stealth
Asking myself
*What exactly
Is the matter?*
Sep 16, 2012
Sep 16, 2012 at 4:54 AM UTC
Careening moonlight
You show me what I once
Thought was right
I drink now for the sake of mankind
The bullet casings reflect the
Sun as the wine in my cup
Sloshes from right to left and
My own life is not my own -
A price to pay for theft
I love you
You make me
The way I am
And I press my mind
To these keys
And realize everything and
Nothing in the end will
Be alright
In solitude
I pray to creation
Seeing that life is merely
A bottle
And when its empty
It ain't worth a ****
Tasting the stars in their
Brilliance of absence
I recollect my own upbringing
And remember my hallow mother
Singing her nightly hymns
But to begin with memories are
To step in the backgrounds of
Imaginations personal horrors, own borrows,
The lonely tunnels of a city long since dead
That instead of exhaling we try
Inhaling; pressing Death right back
I am young
I am old
I am a story
That has already
Been told
Yet I
Live on
I smile
I smell the scents
Of a world gone and
Past and taste at last
The current of the river
The wind of the crass
A life that has
Already ended
But has no ambition
To Pass
Self held in my own vices
The upstate prices of page to brain
Makes me shutter as the gutter
Winces in its realizations of the brandishing
Blade of the horses with their war
My existence presses Her finger upon
The broken page of the unstoppable cops
Where I stop to think where then my
Life - though good - has spoiled quite abrupt
Oh to obey in sun struck love
Where the only thing that is real is above
But anything I recall I forget
A smile that says to me "not yet"
I once thought I was close
But see now
I am so far away
If asked to stay
I don't know what I'd say
Each countless pride
Has its side
Just like the ocean in Her majesty
And unseen tides
Again
I slip into a smile
A false breathe
As I take my body back
In high stealth
Asking myself
*What exactly
Is the matter?*