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it grips you tight
go ahead and fight
you will never see the light
ever again after this night
Scream as it rips and tears at your throat
taking every thing from you and your last hope
feel it as it fills you and at your skin it gropes
for this is something in which you can not cope
it's pure fear baby what are you gonna do
feel it wash over you as every thing goes black an blue
you're drowning now and right on cue
feel it rip the scream's from you
can you really be scared to death
Don't Ruin Itlead me onto the dance floor
take me in your arms and glide
you can see in my eyes I'm not to sure
of where we are going so I hide
I hide my heart behind my eyes
And hope you never find it
for as we dance I feel my temperature rise
I hope the nightlights have you blinded
Cause if not then you can see
All of my flaws and broken places
Don't look, just dance with me
So that I can temporarily fill those empty spaces
And It won't hurt when you let me go
This song wont go on forever
But you make me feel alive right now so
I will remember this perfect moment, forever
I hope that is enough to keep my heart alive
Now go. Don't ruin a perfect moment with lies about forever...goodbye.
Burn My Internal CityOh my burning city
set ablaze in my mind
the flames rage with no pity
for those that the fire finds
Oh my city burns eternal
in front of my unseeing eyes
its pain and horror are internal
in me as the smoke stains the skies
screams fill the midnight air
infecting my mind as they ring
through the streets of my unfair, city
that's only voice is smoke and silent screams
Bring You To Lifelet yourself go
let your body move
close your eyes just so
and show you have nothing to prove
just feel the beat
let it fill you till you're full
feel the rhythm of your heartbeat
change to the music's push and pull
let the lyrics lift your heart
and the bass pump you blood
let the rhythm take you apart
and the music fill you with love
let the music bring you to life
The End Brings SleepHit me beat me cut me
so that I can rest tonight
so that I will find solace in sleep
sleep so fleeting for fear brings me awake
awake so suddenly that rest evades my body
just as sanity evades my mind
please just end it tonight
so that I can sleep
Burning CityThis city burns
Burns in my mind
Smoke rises to the sky
To stain the clouds black
Black with death and sorrow
Sorrow for the city
As it crumbles into ash
Ash and rubble
Before the rain comes
Comes to rescue the city
The city that is already dead
City of Lost AngelsSo here be the city
The city of lost angels
Those that can no longer fly to the golden gates
The city gives them one last haven
when their heaven rejects them
One last place where
The winged ones stay
Stay in this gray city
This city of lost angels
Hurts So GoodHurt me
Show me you care
Come on lets share
Give me all your love
Give me that one last shove
Right over the edge...
This Dance Called LifeI feel so unsure
As I take your hand
and take you onto the dance floor
faith is all I'll find
As I look deep into your eyes
the eyes that seem so blind
to all the bad in me and all the lies
Please tell me I'm worth saving
Tell me I'm worth something
Tell me you love me
so my life can have meaning
.just try not to
that memory, that one
wolf that calls
for the rest
of the pack;
you'll spend all
with them inside
gossamer loveyou will love a woman
who uses the word
too often. she will
diagnose dead artists' descents
into madness and laugh
too loudly at jokes
no one understands.
she will braid crowns of
flowers, she will write poems
in constellations, she will
try to walk like a dancer so
no one can hear her
leave. she will be
an ice sculpture, and when
she cries, you'll convince yourself
she's melting, she loves you, you've
changed her, you've
changed; she will wear you
like a comma, like
an incomplete thought,
in her story, and
she will leave you wondering
crooked kissesAn old man sits at a bus stop,
his ragged clothes soaked
through to his creaky bones.
He grips his beggars cup
tightly, but instead of coins it
overflows with rain water.
Passersby pass by without
giving a second glance, brief
cases clenched in swinging
hands, Bluetooth plugged into
their ears. A little girl dressed
in pink polka dots prances
to his side. Her mouth moves
quickly and his takes time to
form words. She giggles,
drops coins into his cup, and
gives him a kiss on the cheek.
He laughs a crooked grin.
CatatoniaShe scrawls life line tallies on her wrists in scars
to mark each year passed
and haunts bars looking for the love of strangers.
she finds malt whiskey and vermouth; strange mouths to kiss
she tips them back the way a lover might tip her chinny chin
She whispers slurs and looks into the abyss of gin.
He inhales death with the smoky kisses of cigarettes
injects life paraphrasing echoes of love with hypodermics to keep
the hypothermia of loneliness back
but it creeps and creeps
a slow paralysis
under the windowsill, rain falling bleak on the pane to drip
into her veins
soft dark over the threshold of the doorway to her soul
writing ink into her shadow, there -
melting behind the lidded stupor stare of dreamless minds
it stirs and wakes,
invisible monsters sleeping in her chest
they bare their teeth and bleed
pain naked in the light of morning
ugly and beautiful in the honesty of strangers unable to turn
from a car crash in the dusk.
walking in darkness
searching for touch.
To the one I forget to loveSunshine girl,
your feet are itchy for the miles
between your sighs
and hunger scratches
at your throat
but you have a smile
that swallows oceans
and your heart
into the Marinia Trench.
this heaviness in you
is a dandelion
coming home to rest
Cigarrete Smokesometimes you want to
kill the world inside you,
but you can't
because you're too worried
because you can't see the consequences
because you don't like modifications
because you can't make up
well you're excused,
excused from giving a damn,
for the cigarette lighter
(I'm too tired to stomp out the ashes
and blow the smoke away).
A Daughter Now BegottenIf reason could challenge the knowledge of infinity,
the blindness of justice;
should we not call ourselves Gods...
And Gods are we not, for if justice were truly blind,
it would hold the same fate for rich and poor alike...
Under the celestial heaven that shines above,
the beggar's crying face and the rich man's arrogant gaze...
So of The Creation we are, living in throngs of solitudes....
Each solitude made torturous by the lust for more money,
yet eased by the kindness of strangers and the love of God...
Which power of change is made,
unto glory from a prisoner down trod,
to a man of faith, who helped a dying woman in need till loving eclipse.
A daughter now begotten, of starry eyes and golden sun ray locks...
Cherished by God and adored by both parents,
though mother soon to be with the Creator Almighty,
this daughter grows up knowing the brittleness of mortality...
...As her lips of red rose blossoms,
her heart aches as the mourning moon that hides behind the bosom of clouds...
traitorssometimes when I open my mouth
the words come out wrong
all jumbled up and out of order
turning into something I never meant to say
you traitorous lips
how could you fail me so much
singing out the truth in a way that taints it so
when everything in my head is kept silent in fear
fear of sounding even more wrong
wrong and senseless
but hey who cares huh
me that's who
so now I am ever silent
so that my lips can not betray me ever again
such a pity
I loved to sing
The Parlour IncidentOne day in July, I believe it was, I found myself sitting with several acquaintances in Christopher's parlour. It was one of those deliciously lazy afternoons which only the summer in her full glory can bring. The room had a wan, listless light to it, relaxing the other guests and myself as we languidly chatted over tea and crumpets. The air was also sluggishly heavy, dulling the senses to a slowly-blended calm engendered by the heat of St. Othniel's southerly climate.
At length, after much stimulating conversation, Christopher stood, producing a book of sheet music.
"What do you all say to a bit of music?" he asked.
"Certainly," I answered.
"Oh yes, please do darling!" Tabitha exclaimed, "he's quite the maestro."
Christopher laughed, shaking his head.
"Now, now love, I'd not go that far."
He strode over to the piano as the other guests urged him on. Ida entered the room bearing a merrily steaming teapot and more crumpets.
"More tea sirs?" she inquired, shooting sideways glances at her
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