A Yellow Bruise
A mist drawn skull reflected on heated glass, you saw death before it came,
I can see a lot in you, a fires flame turned blue.
A Sinatra voice, lulling her into a mossy daze,
Now a danger to myself, a self portrait on the wall.
In the house, your a lover in a hole, an inescapable soul,
A hideous thing inside, I waited patiently for it to emerge.
Now needing restriction, i could no longer obey a strange conviction,
Trying to respect unwanted honor, you held your tongue and listened.
Decisions unable to make, typical to cling to memories you can not fake,
You could have fallen into red lips and a yellow bruise.
Salty water in her eyes, hiding from ever growing lies.
In the end you will be tired, eventually put to rest.
Shapes of the Coil
Off towards her, a continuous chase
Scream like she's British, although she is of French descent
Tear off your clothes, they will only slow you
The only game she will humor is that of the chase
Take a hold, capture her in plaid
A pearl tipped tree in a speckled wood
Take shape of the coil
Interest her in a train towards stone covered roads
Where porcelain eyes will pierce the glow of her cheeks
Through the tunnel will be answers
Shake them into me
Repeat them so it becomes my inner self
words become an illness
letters a virus
eating at my very soul
Hold Me Like I'm Fragile
Even with a fixed stare, the surrounding scenery grows to a blur.
You watch my broken smile,
In fright, you hold me like I'm Fragile.
Standing here aside flaming red leaves you whisper "My Darling Daughter"
With my lungs cold, wet air, I breathe your words in.
I belong, I belong to you alone.
You read my thoughts, you know every bone.
Dreams of separation, your true nightmare.
In the car, a gift from you, I drive away.
You've purchased the distance
No matter the words you say
No matter the time until the day
No matter your resistance
My Darling Mother, in your dreams I will stay.
Threads Become My Veins
Even from the fire I still froze, nothing can faze me,
I can only bring you down into my deepest grave.
The hardest part was when i left you to become my own,
I'm not worthy of your time, you've given me something I never chose.
I can only bring you down into my deepest grave,
The nights will seem like wonder, when my heels touch the streets of Montreal.
Im not worthy of your time, you've given me something I never chose,
Pooled in my mind are the drinks consumed by the thoughts of you.
The nights will seem like wonder, when my heels touch the streets of Montreal,
Threads become my veins I'll live to impress them all.
Pooled in my mind are the drinks consumed by the thoughts of you,
I cannot be laced in your problems it will only cause me pain.
Threads become my veins I'll live to impress them all,
I'll sleep with myself and no one else.
I cannot be laced in your problems it will only cause me pain,
Blank spaces scream not to be empty, every hole needing to be filled.
I'll sleep with myself and no one else,
And this will be for you, my true honesty.
Blank spaces scream not to be empty, every hole needing to be filled.
The drink of my choice will numb the consistent thoughts.
And this will be for you, my true honesty,
From the fire i still froze, nothing can faze me.
The drink of my choice will numb the consistent thoughts.
The hardest part was when i left you to become my own.
A Meal That Was Memorized
When your feeling lonesome a sinister grin can kill, now gone i echo through your head,
we heard them stirring in the dead of night, " WE'RE ALIVE, WE'RE ALIVE!" no time to explain all there is to know is "we're alive!"
A new series of a hunter green blur rushes by, "There's someone you've got to meet, she will kill you with love; love love love." So I stand and I breathe, with my lungs, cold, wet air.
Waiting for her, I stood, buried in thoughts of burning hair, draped in flowers, (you must be careful where you lay your head.)
There is such a lot of world to see. SPRING to life, budding conversations with the heartless ones, we would meet up with sad singers, swaying to a rhythm we didn't have to admire.
A new hunger would arise needing
A meal that was memorized
I Live In This Dead City
the city is dead, nothing grew from concrete.
your attempt to drive me into insanity has failed.
for once you can not tempt me
why do you think i would still want what i can not have
when i have everything i could want.
I will never give this up for you.
Slide
Heated fingertips
slide
small hills arise on golden land
curtains drape in front of what needs to be seen
stretch towards nothing
and
cry out for silence
Ignored Endearments
They hide beneath white sheets
a sparrows voice inspires his every thought
shes glad to see the sun, that once was so timid
his eyes light with endearment as he watches her twirl
he lays beneath a tree that calms, tension was his only fault
her naive mind, ignores his stare of admiration.
Twine
green and blue
i see isle of you
leap for what you desire
once you receive
beg that the bear wont haunt you
here comes the time again... alarms ringing
to awake from embracing dreams
with inner meaning, what was lost... was it string?
Mark
There was one before who came and left his mark,
you covered it and left a better impression,
but i can not deny, the mark is under it all.
Distant
Always distant even in your arms, she's far away.
Your eyes smile tenderly, try to bring her back.
Guilt is what keeps her close, but wonder will always be her love.
Asylum
Asylum I should be in,waiting for something that will never come.
Waiting in my insanity, I realize love was the best endeavor to stray away from the insane.
What might have been found.
Hang Me
Lying insecure in your arms,
you lift me with words of light.
I wander your thoughts,
like your fingers trailing down my spine.
I'm drenched in tears of fright.
Hang me to dry,
rinse me out,
and hang me.
Tag der Veröffentlichung: 05.07.2010
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