_
pseudonarcosis
hypnagogic states
staring at your absence
completely unaware
... that i am chewing
through my cheeks.
copper and rust
and a hint of bitterness,
so... .... ....... ...
Something to it
i can not quite grasp,
a dream like quality;
the kind that leaves
with the loss as massive
as a dead
sun.
wake with Empty
Red palms
life level with
ashtray;
juuuust out of reach.
Luckily,
i can cum this blood a great deal
further
than i can reach.
we're covered.
Friday, June 10, 2011
cotton fever
_
insufficient and
inappropriate measures.
Desperate measures.
than, why not just quit the fucking
game?
i'd like to.
Every New fix sprays the
stench.
Desperate measures.
Just forget.
i would like to.
but can't.
it Simmers
than Boils.
Simmers
Boils
Tie up.
Here we go.
Desperate measures.
as Desperate do.
insufficient and
inappropriate measures.
Desperate measures.
than, why not just quit the fucking
game?
i'd like to.
Every New fix sprays the
stench.
Desperate measures.
Just forget.
i would like to.
but can't.
it Simmers
than Boils.
Simmers
Boils
Tie up.
Here we go.
Desperate measures.
as Desperate do.
metastasis
_
days stringed on a single line of reassurance.
maybe tomorrow.
the thing is...
it isn't working.
i still miss you the same.
days stringed on a single line of reassurance.
maybe tomorrow.
the thing is...
it isn't working.
i still miss you the same.
this is how it was; first breathless, than all spectral and grey
_
watching myself in this dirty spoon makes me wanna skin myself and
roll in the lye.
steering this aging corpse around
like i belong inside
me and my meat are not getting along,
not at all.
Singularity
RLS and insect agony.
plunger back aaaand
...
Register.
..
Shall we proceed, Master?
.
Push that sterility in, Dzerzhinsky
All of it.
Joy to the fucking world
for i am done.
watching myself in this dirty spoon makes me wanna skin myself and
roll in the lye.
steering this aging corpse around
like i belong inside
me and my meat are not getting along,
not at all.
Singularity
RLS and insect agony.
plunger back aaaand
...
Register.
..
Shall we proceed, Master?
.
Push that sterility in, Dzerzhinsky
All of it.
Joy to the fucking world
for i am done.
ad hope when necessary
_
i come from the land of swollen identity
false yet palpable causes for misery
i come from the wars of abiding stupidity
the sacred Uroboric massacre
i come from a failed marriage and torn family
squalor and poisoned meals
i come from the ravages of dreams
not broken, but worse ...disillusioned
this is the poison path
"the place of dead roads"
and still i can see beauty in everything
on occasional sunny day
i come from the land of swollen identity
false yet palpable causes for misery
i come from the wars of abiding stupidity
the sacred Uroboric massacre
i come from a failed marriage and torn family
squalor and poisoned meals
i come from the ravages of dreams
not broken, but worse ...disillusioned
this is the poison path
"the place of dead roads"
and still i can see beauty in everything
on occasional sunny day
i am my fathers son
_
the door knob is an old familiar shape
anticipation in hand
pull hard to unlock
the dark inside smells of home
of me.
silhouette against the tv screen
"hello son" is an old familiar sound
uncertain hand shake
silence that weighs 13 years
at least.
the door knob is an old familiar shape
anticipation in hand
pull hard to unlock
the dark inside smells of home
of me.
silhouette against the tv screen
"hello son" is an old familiar sound
uncertain hand shake
silence that weighs 13 years
at least.
the how and why to the failure of the generation of poorly lighted crossroads
_
it's all downhill from now,
said Jesus
and fixed up.
that was before he realized
that he didn't die
at 27.
it's all downhill from now,
said Jesus
and fixed up.
that was before he realized
that he didn't die
at 27.
gratitude is hard..
...
the total mass of mutual guilt
has pushed our lives into something
new.
it feels like gravity.
it feels too bad to be True,
accelerating into nothing.
What are the Chances?
What are the Chances of passing someone
close enough to Orbit again?
i all ready know the message.
i knew the answer, before you knew there was a question.
and Still it will hurt.
Leaving bit by bit,
and never really believing.
the total mass of mutual guilt
has pushed our lives into something
new.
it feels like gravity.
it feels too bad to be True,
accelerating into nothing.
What are the Chances?
What are the Chances of passing someone
close enough to Orbit again?
i all ready know the message.
i knew the answer, before you knew there was a question.
and Still it will hurt.
Leaving bit by bit,
and never really believing.
in vain
.
Mainlining Rust.
i go to bed with 3 razors underneath my tongue
precipitate dreams,
Sweet Dreams.
stale moist bed sheets
formal absence of all precious things
Broken Bone Moment.
Dead flies Braille
reading Vacuum off crusted mouldy plates...
Passing Time.
where have you been?
warm living flesh, a hand upon my cheek
it falls right through me...
Words Disintegrating into Sounds.
Broken Bone Moment Again.
strength required for solace fades among all these
Dead Things.
You are My phantom limb
You are My phantom limb
a formal absence of all precious things.
Mainlining Rust.
i go to bed with 3 razors underneath my tongue
precipitate dreams,
Sweet Dreams.
stale moist bed sheets
formal absence of all precious things
Broken Bone Moment.
Dead flies Braille
reading Vacuum off crusted mouldy plates...
Passing Time.
where have you been?
warm living flesh, a hand upon my cheek
it falls right through me...
Words Disintegrating into Sounds.
Broken Bone Moment Again.
strength required for solace fades among all these
Dead Things.
You are My phantom limb
You are My phantom limb
a formal absence of all precious things.
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