a soul, a romantic notion.

reconcile the taste of rain with the pain in her smile

the hunger in her eyes led to a deeper sorry state of sorrow

I was not careful nor did I care enough in accounts for bad weather

amidst this storm we feed the worms festering the ground

the very snakeskin we abandon becomes the memorabilia that electrifies the collection

a random prize, a fruitful bounty for the bareback bones of old

a hunters trophy we couldn't wait to return, looking over the shoulder

in a lovers wounded pride we bite down harder

ain't that a pretty fucking miracle?

it raises the hairs as I stroke my neck covered in sweat

stay your hand and observe the candle burn at both ends

they say we dug our own luck from pennies and fool's gold

they say the divine touch is a mistery, the devil bleeds drama

understanding what confort can attribute meaning to scars

with reckeless throwaway chatter we engage a revolving door

that does not placate the bleeding, this running well oh let the river flow freely

blank stares in raw disbelief interlocks eyes

occupies space we consider whole, where's the getaway car?

these are the games we lose at

rituals enchanting, unrelenting

sever bone, devour flesh, take apart the sheep

daughters no longer caged, fishes leashed by contempt

captured and trapped in the bottom of a barrel 

if we don't get over the fact we are different understand we drown young siren

betrayed by expectation, exposed to the wolfes

a sand clock shatters pouring, flushing out at an angle

that was deemed necessary, a voluntary proposition to hell

take confort in the scratch, the tear, the sharp ting as the teeth sink in

 

there is a trade-off in action

boredom negotiates with the fervour

there are trapped keywords seeking to escape

these prisioners on deathrow

destined for a wall stare down, 

matching the gaze of a rusty rifle waiting to go off

wanting, lusting, desperate and its will is not even

will the hunger take us first?

 

another year another tick pays installments

living rent free in my shallow mind

a vibration that dangles my neck

the headbang, the dizzy spell oscillated

perhaps my protectors have lost all hope

the negotiations were dropped and condeemed

hollow, shallow and impertinent needs

tattooed across the insides of my throat

underneath my upper stiff lip

across the wrist.

ever lost, never found.

 as the day stretch I wrestle down bubbles of moody evils loosely alike

the connections we draw they grow nearer to the heartbeat at times

I pick up the pieces and they dig deeper from the scabs to the heavier trenches

they bake within the friction, no longer obstacles of fiction they turn mistake as I turn pages

into a faded grey, the doom lingering feeling of finishing an epic novel and feeling empty

the caffein fades, the synergy disconnects and we enter a cursed state of half a person

bent in waking up without courage to run the course nor write a story

a mickey mouse avenue, the fool cruising for a bruse knocking on tables for attention

beware of the tumpling effect young soul may this life be best suited at a timely fashion

a hole we dig anew and rightly so identify as a fresh take on burrowing time by burying it

with uneventful pursuits, stalking fear underground where no man can see the sky

and therefore the stars cannot guide the lost, the confused and we partake of the hologram after all

an halos can be a shadow, a mirage on the guise of self-reindentification

re-tries are finite but boy do we love seeing the fire burn on the colder nights

the embers eclipse all worries, melting and vibrating in a chanting dance that pulls you in

a chemical draw we do not respulve for we do not possess the instinct nor desire to avoid said flame

sit about as paradise floats about ever fleeting and etherial friend for we choke words and apologies

a bitter remedy for the hours we no longer share and the space between us we did not pace and no longer felt hidden meanings, if we regret it we don't remember.

can, shall, would measure and that is just not okay.

in the face of reckoning we whisper a curse disguised as a question

can pure, eternal power sweep the fallen and pull them further

to the realm of peace. 

in absolute overwhelming absolving not splelicit absolution

a decisive strike

may we come to regret it too

even good things must come to an end

so why must sadness invade ahead of time? and take sweet revenge in my storm

how dare you be calm as the sound drums louder.

I would do it again despite the outcome

two shots down and I can no longer read the danger signs

may the kingdom colapse at the threshold

may the gate sustain and endure enough along the curbs

for my people need passage and my back cannot carry them.

that is a villainy and at the bottom of a bottle we find a failing problem

liver colapses and we drown sorrows for we are scared of dying

it is both hard to satisfy and to realize triumph

for we are bugs to be stepped upon

or giants swole with contempt

 coveted, intoxicating, bruisers for love bites

down to the core the particles walk with us;

we haven't had enough:

the angel struggled in the fall

it did little to alter the blow

or soften the ground

paralyzed by the recognition that we are flawed by design.

gonna enact a battle and stand there like money

was a walk in the cellar, hostage and all

we carry on and clap as the show has us calm in the palm feeling like prestine casanovas

hella' alive, we feel better with cigarettes marks in our arms and scars in our hearts

a massacre must unfold, remember we asked for this

exchanged friends for trophies

the children too

lord we spared none

and now there is no one to take our cause,

to take us out of the dark.