River, Stay Away From MeI am sorry OceanI am sorryI know I lieDeeper than youStanding near the edgeMy mistakes are a bit too manyMy wounds a little too seriousMy passions deadOcean I am sorryThat River has ruined me soRiver,River why do you consume me still?Rushing and making noise, forever onwardBut I stay trapped beneath your currentRiver, will you let me go?Can I let myself go?Can I go home?... I guess not ...I want to return to OceanBut you flow in the wrong directionPushing me towards your backwards waterfallI want to leaveBut,Instead I will be disembowledAnd my entrails stretchedFrom River to Ocean
To Be Rid of HerPurge her silosMelt her brainAnd grow, grow her out
She Stares At Me, And TwitchesFeistiness and Lethality Poured into a Bowl Taken from MeSilver quarters and brown Spoons All my Treasures And from where I SitI approach the girl in her Sweater She's thinner than II lean in towards Her And tell Her"My brown quarters and silver Spoons Were stolen from meAnd poured into a Bowl With feistiness and Lethality"She stares at Me
To My Lover +ErrDo I take the inconceivable sensation of you And stretch it out too thin?Do I suck dry at your infinitesimal being Attempting to elaborate on a dot?How am I to actually love you (or the idea of you) If you don't even comprehend your existence?How are we to intermingle and conjoin eternally When my cognition writhes under intangible supposition? Oh, my only lover Does my inflexible stance of anguish Drive you from my fragile arms? How am I to escape this aggravating spiral
The Infinite WeightWhen one cannot express any wordsAnd nothing can aptly be spokenThe smell of suffocation begins to surface On the shoulders of young artists The smallest weight is placed To test their perserverance and focus But within a few years Their abilities will be compounded On the shoulders of attractive artists Lies the sadistic ethereal weight Where success is at the tip of fingers And open galleries so, so near Nothing could ever seem too small On the shoulders of struggling artists Rests the infinite weight Dragging them down into a useless bog Where all that will await them Is weakness, apathy, and rejectionWhen one cannot express any wordsAnd nothing can aptly be spokenThe smell of failure is undeniably near
Stage FreightOne step step towards towards them them that that see see me meme
Sad but TrueIt's weird that sometimes little things can make someone happy.It's weird that sometimes people don't want to make others happy.Its's a really sad thing.But if you think about it.It's normal.And true.It's just sad but true.
So There.I smoke cigarettesBecause I'm still aliveAnd this materialistic worldHaunts meAnd has changed me
Nicht bleibenIm November istein anderes Lichttrübemilchig undweißder Frost stichtseinen eisigen Stabins Feldunerbittlich auchein Windder ungefiltert durchÄste biegtdie Vögel wählenandere Routen jetztund manchmalwenn alles gehtwill auch ichnicht bleiben.
FriendFriendMy friendship to you.Its a curious thing.We laugh and talk.And sometimes sing.But nothing gets through.So I stand back.And ask,What really is it-My friendship to you?We bicker and fightAnd sometimes cryBut nothing gets throughAnd so I ask,Why?My friendship to you.Its a curious thing.I really like it.Don't you, too?
Fine dayA woman went to the furniture store. It was a fine day for a walk, so why she decided to purchase a chair was unknown by many. Nonetheless, she went out and bought one. Satisfied, she dragged it into the back of her car, got in and drove back home. "Can you hear me Major Tom?" Said the radio, and she switched it off without a moment of hesitation. She knew the radio talked to her. That song was being overplayed anyways, so why listen? Once home, she couldn't fit the chair through her door. She tried every angle, but alas, it wouldn't fit. "No problem," she said, "I'll buy double doors." So she paid for construction, adding two doors to her house. The chair fit in without any issues. Like microbes, the chair multiplied: she bought more and more until there was not an inch of her home that was not cushion. While a nuisance at times, at least it was comfy. She smelled something coming from her room. Smoke. One escape from the home later, she looked back to see it was burnt down, and with
Devorador de AlmasEle anda por aíComo você também andaNa verdade, ele pode ser vocêOu você pode ser a próxima vítima deleEle pode seguirOu matar ali mesmoNo meio de todosNinguém vai saber que foi eleVocê só vai cairE ele vai emboraO que faz ele escolher as vítimas?Sim, ele escolhe as vítimasO cheiroE o jeitoExstem cheiros que dão fome neleE aíEle tem que comer algoUma almaBem temperadaO jeito também contaA pessoa não pode se protegerTem que ser indefesaPela idadeEm falta ou excessoPela posição socialAlta ou baixaPela sobriedadeQuase nula, se possívelE aí, ele olhaNa calada da noiteOu com o sol a pinoE te segueAté em casaOu nãoAté onde ele quiserDe repenteQuando a fome superar o medoEle se aproximaTe tocaTe senteVocê o senteO olhaE seu rosto sombrioSe grava em seus olhosPara toda a morteVocê caiO chão some debaixo de vocêSua
Fisher Of MenCan you follow the wisp and whisper of a dying wind's worship on a riverCan you row and steer on this treacherous deceiver, watch waters flow past, so trepidous beneath herWill you battle the rapids in search of clear water, wrestle the wrangler that weakens your vesselWill you conquer the tide washing over you, or sink to the bottom, a prideful splinter piercing throughShould you venture yonder without a crew, hoist the sails and take the tillerCast far out beyond our view to a world unexplored and killerWatch the burning eye peek at day, and at night twill blink for skies to brightenWe can't see you far away, but pray you'll follow heavenAnd when you settle, if you choose, after your travels to find a museCraft yourself a greater vessel and sail beyond waters blueAnd spread the word of your journey, every maelstrom and absurdityCraft this tale and they'll believe, prepare your line and go to seaWeigh the wrong upon an anchor and cast it down deep belowTake your line, hoo
wethere's this light in your eyes and I cannot seebeyond the scope of words presented to me.there's this place I wish I could bebut such this distance is lost at sea.the mind is a tricky thingwith tubes connecting and ebbingthe spheres in your skull annul and singof this intricate spiders spinning webbing.these words are fake and lack lusterand all I try is to speak through my eyesthe purpling face from all I can musteran invocation of the invitation to just help them realize.I don't know if I spin or fleebut I kindof just wish you'd come to me.a touch or a brush the fingertips dressed in lacethe curved bone lined in flesh of a coming sinner and redeemerto invoke thee in their common gracein expression of some sort of relieverso I can finally feel in placein this space.so sing and sighwe all know whywords lose meaning and all I seeis your screaming eyes staring back at me.there's much unsaid and left for deadbut I believe in a rebirthkindled from this hearththi
My mind will not be eased!My mind shall not be eased.Not by petty song nor these fine little things which are the shards of joyful reality,A slither of truth tarred in the bureaucracy of the damned.No white rag is waved over the trenches and courses of my besieged mind,Not while injustice stands as a vile law over the helpless of this bruised world,Not while creatures stand unequal,Unlevel,Without the freedom they where born to have.My mind will not be eased,I will not wear the suit that they would give me or take on the golden mantle in hope of elusive wealth.I will not take the whip to a fellow human for coin, for note, for land.We are bled for profit,Bled for wealth,The wealth of one while all we can do is exist,Not live,Exist and survive,Day by day,Until our eventual demise,Until our bodies return to the soil from which we were born,All for profit,All for the bloody game of business,As our ashes are cast to the winds of the future our souls lie in the pockets of the rich,My mind will n
I DAMAGE II HATE WHEN YOU SWEARI BREAK WHEN YOU CRYI PLEAD WHEN I PANICI CONFESS WHEN I DIE