A place of peace
a Desolent place
of Death and decay
In your mind you
Can't fight it
you can Taste it
In your mind
Only you can fight it
Neather you nor him can save you
See, I started stealing pills from my mom
3-4-5 at a time, but now they're gone
For a minute all my problems would just fade
But the high faded too after not too long
And that's when it gets to me, that's when it hits me
That no god damn drugs can fix me
Curled up on my bed, suffering evermore
Now I'm praying to God, hoping that he'll forgive me
I'm left, trying, just to understand
Not using what's illegal, avoiding what is banned
Not using what is mine, but it should be fine!
But now it's just frickin' getting out of hand
Yeah, now I'm losing all sense of reality
Providing a false sense of immortality
Not helping anymore and it's driving me insane
Striking me with a far gone mentality.
These overwhelming headaches that feel like earthquakes
Inside of my head, and no matter how much I take
The pain won't go, yeah it's trapped inside of me
An addiction that got hold of me, that I just can't shake
It's a feeling that I get, it's a nuisance that I want
But when the high goes, there's spirits haunt-ing me
It's a chore, it's a prize, it's really just daunting to me
But when I try to walk away, the pills are taunting me
They're looking at me, saying, "Please just stay!
If you go away, then there'll be no one left to play!
We just want to be with you one more day, please!"
And although so stupid, my mind just says "Okay."
So enthralled by demons within this medication
Loving the sweet, harmful, crazed sensation
But don't be like me, yeah, the moral of the story is
Just be yourself and resist the temptation.
Holding the ladder
I was hungry
looking at the waiting dawn.
Raw landscape:
narcissism
forages the belly.
Picking up the figs
from passion flowers.
Is that right?
Can you sow the seeds
on a cloud?
Unclothed words?
Stealthily
a guerilla smashes
a summary of centre.
A falconer
releases a prey
Outraged film
and dirt life.
The descent was complete.
A shadow under the moon
walks past the lake,
comes out of the body.
Every dream
leaves an imprint on the glass.
Will never drink the moonlight again.
The blank surrender
alongside crutches
loses the tolerance of question marks.
Like my fear
enveloping you in blazing sun
for a candle.
The trembling hands were
ostrasized for living more
than the mafia.
Why the marigold
will not use the magical potent
to understand the conceit?
Wounded by street
an unease settles on devestated trees.
How the broken moon will rise now?
The giver will not distort
the truth for the sake of bleak landscape.
Seeds were waiting to sprout.
You can bend the rainbow.
Night was raped for nothing.
Sun will take the revenge.
A rapt moon was listening
a tale of two murders.
Across the caste, fingernails
were digging in to give -
a putsch to darkness, unhappened
in vain.
A word tears into the untouched
pain and I bleed for the golden birds.
Can you transcend an apparition
alighting on impermanence?
Time was brewing
a revolution of untold jokes.
Death moves in a circle
to negotiate peace with unknown.
Skies were indifferent bidding
farewell to cracks of dawn.
A rapt moon was listening
a tale of two murders.
Across the caste, fingernails
were digging in to give -
a putsch to darkness, unhappened
in vain.
A word tears into the untouched
pain and I bleed for the golden birds.
Can you transcend an apparition
alighting on impermanence?
Time was brewing
a revolution of untold jokes.
Death moves in a circle
to negotiate peace with unknown.
Skies were indifferent bidding
farewell to cracks of dawn.
A rapt moon was listening
a tale of two murders.
Across the caste, fingernails
were digging in to give -
a putsch to darkness, unhappened
in vain.
A word tears into the untouched
pain and I bleed for the golden birds.
Can you transcend an apparition
alighting on impermanence?
Time was brewing
a revolution of untold jokes.
Death moves in a circle
to negotiate peace with unknown.
Skies were indifferent bidding
farewell to cracks of dawn.
Living
someone's else death?
Was that an explicit experiment?
Starting with an Adonis
to stitch
the wounds of angels.
An unlikely
walk through the tumor
of breast, where
no milk ejects
the ancestory. I hold
the words without meaning.
It was a tragic
flow of history.
The echo was searching a sky.