i dont see the light, not anymore – not like before. these walls, stop me – how they hurt my eyes when they stare into me… my place is here with me, it is quiet, deathly, no lies, no smiles, no me. eat me, take the tase – my poison and keep me, kill me. …
burn me, line my life, run through my life – take your toll, leave your mark. sting me – pink stripes of red, cut my face again. down in my mind i feel the racing streaks of pain again. my spine, is sore – these pains reign over me, my invertebrae, are dying. my face …
Sometimes i watch darkness – when I am at my most saddest. I watch him becuase I feel his lonelyness as he walks by. I see his face, long and unstrung – sometimes i watch loneliness, just as much as she watches me. As he wonders through the night, i follow him until in sight, …
higher than the stars I find myself again – beyond the dream of the lonely places that i’ve been. can you hear my sights of fancy, flights of sacred favour? have you heard my cries for trith? i ask you have you ever seen the star this high? Lonely places have no friends – and …
i cannot shout for they will hear me, i cannot sing for i cannot and they will hear me. i cannot play the guitar, for i will be heard. i can cry, because nobody hears me. I can wite, for nobody hears me. i can think about my life, i can write about my life …
Pains pressure my will as misconception reigns supreme. I lean into an empty can, salvage every last bit until the smooth sides are all that remain and the linger of presence fades. Tinney sounds echo from my orchestra, that plays empty notes and empty rhythms. Pain’s pressure, pushes my passive existance into brief pauses of …
watch as i walk through life, i move past these times and those times and i follow the stars in the night that tell me where to go. watch me now as i get lost, as i find myself in these dark places, where the mind weeps and the blackness watches you. the balckness gnaws …
Slowly. i get angry. not more will I let them direct at me. its now time to address their envy, my mind is weak – so heavy. All my life away in a lifetime – all my dreams dont make sence anymore. wonder where my mind is? Its now my time to rest easy. Slowly …
I miss the thought of you – your impact in my mind’s quite waters, the rippling effect that moves these cold dormant smokey waters from my default slow to that unfedinable high. You are a patient of your mind, your thought – the disease that hold mine. I stare at this door, between you and …
I watched dogville yesterday and it made an impression on me. It made me angry. It made me see what I was letting people do to me. Sometimes I think I am like grace, I let – let – let and give give give and people just take take take – and silently screw you …