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The Boy That CrouchesWhat do you say to the boy that crouches on a cliff?
What does the boy see as the moonlight lights his face?
Maybe one should ask him such questions to lift his eyes
away from the trees below, to salavge his mind from dark places.
The wind blows gently, and the trees begin to whisper enticing
secrets to each other, not to be heard by the world.
Yet, a boy, crouched can hear the soft sounds of their syllables
and has the knowledge of ancient giants in his mind.
What does the boy know about the world we leave in?
What do you say to the boy to have him share his knowledge?
Maybe one should beg him to confide his plans with other men
to pull him back to loved ones and cage him in a fake morality.
The boy stands up, head held high towards God's sleeping eye.
His beastly howl could be heard through the air, passed through
the trees to gossip, to spread his power to all creation.
Wind cannot run, animal not, nor matter vanish from the bellow of
the boy that crouches on a cliff.
PushingYou're pushing it.
Pushing it way to far.
You're making me boil like hot tar.
Soon I'm going to break your jaw
And I won't give a shit for the law.
You're pushing it.
I let you bum and bum
And you ignore me in my glum.
You take and take, leaving a mess in the wake.
And when you try to stop, it will be too late.
You're pushing it.
I want to be left alone,
But you know I need you.
You abuse my home's sweet cologne
And your ass kicking is long overdue.
You're pushing me.
Pushing me off a cliff
That I've been dangling over.
All of this over a simple tiff.
With this edge of a knife, its all over.
Saturday MorningFriday night has blended into Saturday morning.
Dawn is approaching and the voices have become boring.
I'm not sure how long this will last
Until all the parties erode away the past.
Then you gently glide behind me,
wrapping your hands around my waist.
I love the way you hug me, this way.
I vaguely wonder what we will do in haste.
I know this feeling is superficial,
But who really cares?
I turn around, looping my fingers through your hair.
Your kiss is shockingly oh so natural.
You would think that time after time
This rush would have grown old.
Let the flavor of whorish lime
In my current state is what I need to fight the cold.
Not a cold of physical disease
But the cold of a stone hard heart.
I fall on my back with the simple ease,
bring down with me, unwilling to part.
The morning surely comes though.
When I wake, as always, the money is gone,
the whiskey gone, and I take a heavy blow.
I realize I have been left all alone.
In the FalloutThis frustration is killing me slowly,
Slowly as a cigarette burns surely.
The bills are piling up
and their is nothing left to drink from my cup.
Looks like its the end.
All things good and evil begin to blend.
Looks like I'm about to go around the bend,
Just give me one more chance to make my amends.
I don't think there was even a point.
Life had to appoint someone to suffer I guess.
I'm just glad I made it this far
Even if I couldn't make the par.
But I can still feel it, the hope,
Somewhere in the fallout, down a treacherous slope.
So I won't just lie in the waste and mope.
I'm going to get back up and find that escape rope.
So fuck you all that placed me here,
And for those of you I hold dear,
You know I love you, far and near.
I will find you, even through my tears.
NeverNever trust a person to get you through.
No matter who it is, they will leave.
Leave all too soon.
And there will be nothing you can do.
Never hope for a person to love you.
No matter who it is, they will find fault in you.
Find the fault all too soon.
And there will be nothing you can do.
Never pray to a god will no face.
No matter which one it is, they won't help you.
Ignore you all too soon.
And there will be nothing you can do.
Just put a trigger to that head.
No matter what gun it is, it will fire.
Fire not quickly enough.
And there will finally be bliss.
Dark's MarkI prefer to stay in the dark.
I feel like I am it's chosen mark.
A mark that will never leave.
A mark ever so willing to believe.
To believe in the light.
To believe in its might.
To believe I will lead.
To believe I will finish the deed.
But for now I choose to wait.
Though I cannot see, I still move
I no longer have the need of sight, I simply feel.
It helps me get the my petty bait.
One day I will summon the nerve to leave,
To break the dark's mark,
And suffer through any bark.
But for now I stay in the dark.
What I've Done to YouYou've killed me inside.
I've might as well have died.
I might have survived the wreck,
but you left me alone to walk this cold trek.
This path wasn't as big a deal
when I was walking it with you.
I never worried about the next meal.
You kept my heart from turning blue.
You would tell me that it wasn't my fault
that I couldn't save you,
and that you knew I tried to get the oncoming truck to halt.
But I will feel like I've given you your due.
I've gone insane.
I can feel it in my bones.
I don't even understand this pain.
I just feel so alone.
Every morning when I wake up
I drink so much, the hurt leaving in hiccups,
the pain fleeing in my vomit,
and I just can't leave this deep, dark pit.
The few times that I'm sober, I visit your grave.
Your heart, your personality, your touch are all I ever crave.
I cry so deeply in front of you it is as if you are still here,
still trying to help make my problems clear.
I loved you so much.
No, I still love you so much.
And your gone, all because of
FireFire is man's greatest tool
to prove ourselfs to be the greatest of fools.
We burn, burn away the pain
but that cheats the world of all what we could gain.
Fire was not meant to destroy
but to teach manhood to little boys.
Boys to learn survival, justice, and love
and not to go around killing little baby doves.
Fire has the purest beauty
that to which everyone can see clearly.
That is, all who choose to see.
These are the ones who smile with simple glee.
Fire can cure the shoul that is cold and lonely
by making his soul burn a little more warmly.
No matter the road a person might walk on
it will make his hardened feel become softer, tenderly.
Tell Her...Tell me it’s not really over
Tell me we didn’t just say goodbye
Tell me we can begin again
Tell me we’re worth one last try
Tell that you miss me, too
Tell me you think of me when you awake
Tell me I fill your dreams at night
Tell me this is all a mistake
Tell me you need me
Tell me you love me
Tell me I have a place in your life
Just tell me something
Murder Her SlowlyMurder me
Murder with your love
Murder me with you lies
You commit murder when I look in your eyes
You tell me over and over you love me why can’t we just live our lives
Murder commits suicide
Kill or be killed
No choice but to murder
Love is murder in the making
When you tell a person you love them its murder in the 3rd degree with a guilty plea
25 years to life with no college degrees No chance you’ll ever be paroled
GhostRed like the colour of your blood
Green like the grass over the shallow grave I dug
White like a ghost, but it’s your face
Now next time you won’t betray
Black like the uniform we will be wearing
Rain like tears, but no one will be crying
Bright like the stars, but you will never shine
Everyone thinks you’re perfectly fine
Now next time you won’t trample me and leave me behind.
Still like a statue you lay in disgrace
People may remember for your cold heart, no one will remember your face
Dirty like the hands of a slave, we lower you down to the pit of Torture and pain
Now you’ll never lie again
Smiling like the joker we walk away
Don’t say a word or I’ll make this thought your reality.
Steele and FleshTell me what it feels like
to slowy fade away.
Let me know what it feels like
to be alone ever day.
Your eyes are the only truth you offer.
Your lips are the only part of you that doesn't move.
Your mind is the only thing of your's that this world adores,
But your heart is the only thing I want from you.
Despite the steele and flesh you use to hide it,
I can see through it all and your beautiful core, every bit.
I can see because I care to see
and with you by your side hopefully be.
The fear of trusting me is very clear
and your soul clenches itself to its steele, that is clear.
I hope that you will gaze into my heart as well though,
and see the love, the kindness, and joy that wish to care.
The same pain you have felt is in there
and I leave out my heart in front of you bare.
I will be who you need me to be
until the day I no longer breathe.
EasterRemember what you love,
you with sand in your teeth
and the feral burn of hunger
in your eyes.
God sends his regrets.
He made you grasping and slow,
in a late hour
when the wine washed low.
Remember what you love.
Fall to your knees in the toss
and the swell, quell
the appetite of the cold black sea.
Beg blessings for your home
and the salt-sick trees.
Reach what lies near:
the fat-faced child, the sweet-soft lamb;
tether the tantrum, trickle the blood.
Offer psalms to what is holy,
whisper the name of what you love
as it bobs in the bleak mad sea.
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