Thursday, February 23, 2012

Say your goodbyes

I saw your secret
You wear it as a shell
Cling to it for dear life
Consumed with self image

You're a fucking liar
A big disgrace
Conceited to the core
I don't want to listen

Throw away respect
Give away hope
Proposition your whores
Let me go.

Don't look back
This can't be fixed
You've done it now
I will not budge.

Forget the truth
It will not be
As long as you see
With broken perception.

To make up for a lie
A fruitless task
An endeavor that's dead
Say your goodbyes.

Tuesday, February 21, 2012

A Sight For The Debt Collector's Coffer.

I'm caught in your whirlwind
Decimated by the unkind.
Hold my hand as I unwind.

Sour as the day I was born
Left to be nothing but forlorn
I forsake what it is I yearn.

Debt I can't pay
Will you come back another day?
Better yet continue to stray...

A sinking ship crests the sky
I think it's time to say goodbye
Or maybe you'll live your lies.

Saturday, February 11, 2012

A part

I feel emptier than a hole.
Basking in self pity
Unable to be consoled.
I walk through this city
A victim of circumstance
a child Left behind from this atrocity.
Awaiting divine intervention.
To never see you rsmile,
To never hear your laugh
Is enough to drive me out
Into a hapless existence.
A soul so dead
It may as well be me left in the ground.

Sunday, February 5, 2012

Respite

Daring deity
From the sky
Hold me as I wind down
Come back to earth
Can't catch my breath
Dead before I hit the ground
My spirit is in need of resuscitation
Or maybe less castration
From your overbearing debt
I will not pay.

Loving mother
From a dream
Collect what you've sought
In the pages turning black
Make up for what you lack
A soul is not a bargaining chip
And for this you'll catch the whip
Coming down upon me I will not fight it
To dream one must sleep
Yet I can't seem to keep
My heart is gone.

Overbearing father
Come to reality
Overindulgent ego to a fault
No light in this vault
Consumed with the void
The book of life is crumbling
The names reduced to nothing
There is no respite coming
Salvation a distant past
Immerse yourself in space
Let the vacuum envelop you
Oblivion as a form of creation
A Desolate recreation.