Band Aid on a Bullet Wound...

Wednesday, May 7, 2014

deep deep

These atoms are liars
They do not realize, and we can't blame them
art as a means of escape, they don't see the down-side
and that's what takes them
out on the floor
one stretches out it's hands
into the small of a back
and as they circle the room, as they circle the floor
one just wants it more
well, they don't want, anymore
you ca sleep in these hollows and rivers
exalt the righteous and drown the sinners
jesus christ
jesus christ, why is love so lonely
all water on earth
evaporates into steam and erupts from the ground
does anyone else feel guilty?
like I did it all myself
one feels a lack of love and there's no limit
to the explosive power of this bomb
how do we reconcile our deaths
we'd better figure it out before long

eternal Suffering society

http://eternalsufferingsociety.com/

Tuesday, May 6, 2014

if only
don't tell me,
just
let me live

deep in my bones
deep in my marrow
it's holding on,
but I'm not

I know I'm dead
but do I care?
I was barely there,
and now,
I'm less

and If I feel something,
my body betrayed me

Black Wing

i come in last or i never come in
why wont anyone do something
im fucking dying
and its all right
i'd rather sleep

I am empty and I won't fight
Carry me out, bury my mouth
Fill it up, so I can't speak
I'd rather sleep

Resting on a black wing
Resting on a black wing