Why become the apparition When I'm already the ghost We can fade into dust But we'll never escape the horror Its been thirteen minutes since I've thought to die Lured from my blind spot A forest of nooses What I took from me was mine Something you thought to give Brick by brick Why we build this wall We can never win Our fires Burning up our infancy As we wage war The shine in our eyes Slowly wavers Before it dies Until one day When all is depraved Days insane Time is lost The forsaken claim their graves Its been thirteen seconds since I pulled this pin Black lights flicker on the screen You watch with a wide grin An explosion says the caption The ocean splits in two again Depths of salt spit under the sun This tale so far from your lenses And these walls start to cave in I crawl into this bed of broken windows The only company we have Are the ghosts of all my widows This never happened As you lull yourself to sleep This never happened As you hide from all my dreams This never happened As you hide from my reach This never happened
I'm cold and broken These dreams will have to wait Its almost over Lie and cover what you know Make me suffocate Hate the tricks But play their game Its simple once you shed your skin Then you fade away Its all but spoken Try and get away But hysteria has chosen A victim A Triad Calling you by many names And they're all the same I'll watch you run away You're cold and broken A perfect victim
This fire Consuming Abusing Comes in waves Burning the light away Staying for days My liver lives for magic moments Down in here You can't see the burns Fighting new opponents Dreams that fight the faces Harmful words Tie up my mind Tight like new laces Tourniquets like wire Pouring assault into open wounds While my head races Spinning around That plays the same song Over & over Stuck in here We fight the same demons Over & over And while demons like foxes Are eating babies from trees My blood flows into the seas Erupting so violently The devils and their sons Raging at my fault The take such pleasure In this assault The birds circle the masses Teaming with bodies Not enough caskets My body shall be divided
Stains Like glass Breaking Like sleep Like saints Waking up again Staying up again. Sleep Can't sleep Don't sleep Don't dream Stop... Don't think GET OUT OF MY HEAD Worms They crawl in Won't get out And like so many before them Just wont die Like a shark In a cage Eating itself Sick Confusing
Somewhere in this body, parts are moving again. Blood is flowing. Like so many tiny little mechanisms turning for a greater good. The dead are brought back to life... Where the hell did I go?
Im a poet and a writer...I have problems sleeping "What would Maralyn Monrore Be doing if she were alive right now?"
Shes be clawing at the inside of her coffin
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