Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Stone Line

Nothing to hold
Nothing to say
Everything in her
Has turned to gray
No more nothing talk
Til midnight ending in trust
She must fix this, she must

Pain won't stop, it hurts, it hurts
Walking the stone line
Knowing it's all not fine
It's only a sign
It's a matter of time
Pain won't stop, she's numb, she's numb
Content with the dark
She walks the stone line
Knowing it's not far

Wearing black and thinking darker
Wiping the tears from her eyes
Wishing for the day she flies
Drop the soil and a flower
Shed a tear and head in sorrow
Walk the stone line, wait for tomorrow

Pain won't stop, it hurts, it hurts
Walking the stone line
She knows it's only a sign
And God knows it's only a matter of time
She won't stop, She's numb, She hurts
So ready for the dark
She walks the stone line
Away from this world
And into the light

Black dress on the bed
32 bullets and a bottle of Jack
Pillow under the tears
It's over now, nothing to fear
Eyes red, She screams
Out of this world and into the dream
It's only a dream...

Thursday, August 18, 2011

The Painting

He stands up the easel and lifts up a fresh canvas. He sees the picture, the woman he always sees when he closes his eyes. If it weren't for the possible color discrepancies he could paint the image blindfolded.

First he paints the outline of her face, with every stroke is another quality that he has never seen nor anyone else has. With every passing moment his eyes sink deeper into his work. He is no longer holding the brush, it is holding him.

Next in the painting is her figure, he sees it so vividly in his mind. Her body is flawless in his eyes. When she is around, his eyes never stray. With every swipe is another mark of perfection.... This is his painting, he sees it as just that.

Now that the outlines and not so basic features of her has been laid out, he begins to add her color. He may be painting between the lines but in his mind this is no longer a painting.

He is slowing shaping her personality, as he paints her smile.He adds her intellect as he sculpts the expression on her face.Finally the love she has for him, with the way he has her eyes staring right back at him.

After hours of painting that seemed graceful and intricate at the same time, he is finished. She's beautiful. This is a piece of art that will hang on his wall for a very long time...A year goes by and there the painting stands. He keeps it in his room but since he keeps his windows open at night. It has become jaded from the weather outside of their existence.

Afraid to lose the ambiance of the painting he always touches it up when it seems to be compromised. Without knowing it however, he subtly changes each feature trying to keep it the same.

Some time passes and after all minor rectifications the painting is no longer what it used to be. The smile with the temperament may not be the same. The figure that seemed so perfect before is no more than ordinary.

None of this bothers him because the eyes of the painting still look at him the same way. Through all this time and aging, that's all that matters.

One morning he awakes.Walking by that painting he has held so dear for so long. He notices the eyes have finally faded. With tears in his eyes and a brush in hand, he takes a few strokes and covers the eyes.

With the best intentions, he has covered or replaced every blemish that seemed to be perfect before. Her personality has faded over time, so he would fruitlessly try to replicate the colors. The painting is no longer what it was.

Now broken hearted he stares at what his painting has become.He doesn't want to believe it, but his work of art has now once again become an empty canvas...

Monday, August 15, 2011

Hide

I can't heal this
I've destroyed everything around us
Turn your head, look away
Didn't want you to see this
I'm broken, I'm afraid
Can't let you see me weak
Pride has ruined it all again

Sorry for the sickness
Cannot overcome this
The only cure
Is this addiction to liquor and adrenaline
They're the only things that take the pain away
I wish I knew what was wrong with me
Tired, dizzy, unfocused, lacking morality and direction
Need a name for this infection
Consuming me, I distance myself
From everyone I love
Sorry to all that I love, I can't let you see me like this...

Monday, May 16, 2011

Leave It Behind

Scream in anger
Shatter the glass
See it's over now or
Live in the past
Stare at the water
Looking for direction
There is no reflection
Ceased to be?
Will you cry for me?

Is your pain worth my life?
When you see the ground where I lay
Will my point finally be made?
Cower, depress, sleep
Wake up, sin, do it over again
See you later, bye
Suffer long before you die

Cry in resentment
Shatter the mirror
Vision of yourself
No longer clear
Its just begun
Followed wherever you run
Hearing the voice
Listening for advice
Proud of your vice?

Was your pain worth my life?
Saw the ground where I lay
Was my point ever fucking made?
Cower, depress, sleep
Wake up, repent, do it over again
See you later, bye
Start anew before I

I tear you apart from the inside
Selfish actions meant for other cries
Don't let me win, it wasn't your fault
Don't let me in, I don't belong
Live your life, I was wrong
My suffering, my end is mine
Forever gone but never far behind

Monday, March 28, 2011

Devil's World

To be an angel in a devil's world

Is to offer your life to a sinner

pray for the mercy of a saint

Look at the suffering, look at the hate

the picture of our lives is discolored and faint

Will you give today away

just to see tonight

out of body, out of sight

I wont see you on the other side


I am the halo above the horns

the scripture thats never sworn

the crying scream

tears and bloodin your sinister dream

I am calling

can you hear me, I'm falling

I wont see you where I fall


Voices piercing your soul

Bringing you to your knees

Don't look up for forgiveness

No one will hear your cries

All you you've ever wanted

all you ever need

is nothing but fire

for your soul to be burned

Mind

Inhale

Flash

Here I am wandering

Wandering through the mist

Lonely, lost

Wondering, am I missed?

I can see you there

Waiting, watching I scream, help me

You hear me

But you're not listening


As I descend further into the cloud

I realize I need you here

I need you now

Please oh please, won't you see

What's in front of you, what is me

Isn't how it looks, what it seems


Reach your hand out to touch my face

I'm there but you do not feel my place

Wherever this is, you're here

But not with me

Help me

You're here



Flash

Exhale

My eyes in the reflection

Yours behind me

Hand runs down my shoulder

I splash my face with water

Back to bed

Goodnight

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

3/23 Quote

"Knowledge is nothing without motivation"

Sunday, January 9, 2011

Silence Kill

You tell me a lie

You must not believe it yourself

It's a different story everytime


Silence is my only way

It kills me inside

Not man enough to put you in your place

I'll disappear


Caught you in lies

No discussion

Seen it in your eyes

You hate me

I understand

I hate you

You should too