Skip to main content

Die Alone

Maybe Ill die alone/
I might have known/
Cause I like to roam/
With my microphone/
Tied to no/
Entitled ho/
Ill fight to grow/
Until my time is shown/
To be sliding close/
To a righteous dose/
Of slimy gross/
Lightly clothed/
Mindless dopes/
And Im dying slow/
Because my mind was closed/
The dial tone/
Is ringing and no one answers/
Slowly grasping/
The fact that Im the total package/
And Ive shown my hand cause/
The roaming masses/
Are known to clash for/
No reason other than a moments hazard/
Im the chosen bastard/
That choked on ashes/
From the frozen past that/
Wont let go of my hands and/
Im floating happy/
Groping sadly/
In the darkness as the light is eroding past me/
A clone of the past me/
If youd had been told to ask me/
Why Im so bold and brashly/
Breaking through the old and damning/
Souls and phantoms/
That hold the famine/
And theyre coldly handling/
The control of dashing/
Hopeless happenings/
While folding rashly/
To preserve to coals their fanning/
My home is travelling/
Im a vagabond/
I have to crawl/
On my belly just to match the slog/
Through a savage walk/
From manic talk/
To romantic drops/
My happy song/
Is an afterthought/
Grab your chalk/
And trace my outline/
I face the downtime/
In my race to have life/
By remaining crouched behind/
My display of doused fire/
I aim to outshine/
Everyone, its effortless/
Im reticent/
To let them in/
Because my imminence/
Is definite/
The sense is this/
Is destined kid/
Im special with/
This mental shit/
Obsessed with it/
Challenge me youre stupid/
Cause the truth is/
The shoe, its/
Meant to fit/

Popular posts from this blog

Frostbite

I often feel apart from the world. I enjoy it, partake in it, and have connections within its borders, but I am not of it. Truth is that I can't relate to the vast majority of people. Like seeing a flop at a poker table, Ive just become intimately attuned with a variety of social situations and the nuances they require. Admittedly, and indeed surprisingly to some to whom I never waste my breath, I tend to be very commanding and articulate in conversation. I can converse on a variety of topics with nimble comfort, and set the focus of my attention at ease rather quickly. Im particularly adept at engaging strangers in conversation, breaking them from their reveries, then gleaning what I need from them. On a whole Im very Machiavellian, and I harbor no shame about this side of my nature. The world turned its back on me years ago, so I have no qualms about using its denizens for my own gain when they've proven themselves sufficiently immoral and ill-mannered. From the perspective

Pledge And Honor

Pledge And Honor Pledge and honor/ The depths I've longed for/ Forever calmer/ Than relentless ardor/ I'm dead and wrong for/ The last time, perplexed and caught up/ In senseless constructs/ That rend and harm the/ Heaven on Earth/ I've bled and fought for/ I'll sever all the/ Ties to majesty/ Cause lies are trapping me/ I might've slandered these/ People, but try imagining/ The slice of ravishing/ Paradise I'm handling/ As the strife and pandering/ To vile tampering/ Legions wont be lined up granting me/ Vital amnesty/ I'm tired, answer me/ Why the savage seas/ Stay reliant on trapping me/ Miles and cramped beliefs/ Are a style I'm banishing/ Because if they like attacking me/ Theyd better find a patch of free/ Land, froze stiff and very/ Ready for an obituary/ Slow crisp and airy/ Notice this is wary/ As I close in and bury/ Your motions for clearing/ Broken despairing/ As the oceans ensnaring/

Crystal Lake

Crystal Lake I'm begging you to let me immolate/ This is straight/ From the heart because this inner pain/ Won't dissipate/ I'm lifting weights/ With every bitter day/ Because this hidden angst/ Fuck, it simply weighs/ Too much for me to mitigate/ What I'm feeling, to be alone, a risk to take/ I'm in a pickle late-/ Ly, as I sit and wait/ On a phone call from a certain little name/ That will never hit the stained/ Glass, so I rip and rage/ Against myself, against the strain/ Of this mistake/ And with that one, the ripples graze/ Across the surface of the crystal lake/ Of my mind, the crypt I lay/ In is of my own building, I fell in, tripped and splayed/ Out on the concrete/ All these/ Haunting/ Images come back to taunt me/ I'm wanting/ The past to arm me/ With calm things/ Palm me/ In your hand baby and stop me/ From washing/ Away these thoughts each/ Night with whiskey and oxy/ I'm falling/ Darkly/ Into the halls