...and hopefully die.
Friday, May 30, 2003
Thursday, May 29, 2003
Moped Engine Head- by: unknown forgotten
I pulled a sprocket from my bag
And re-geared my life for fast speeds and downhills
The pipe and exhaust and body were tuned and sound
My carburator heart was pumping gas like it never had
And the piston in my head worked so hard
I lost my mind
The change from the tightly wound chain
And small furry of turning spokes I could no longer handle
This newly aquired speed built up and took control
Turned the world into an unstoppable blur of lights
And the speeds I reached were more than I could take
Right before I hit that car and died a horrible death
I had realized I forgot to reattach the brakes
I pulled a sprocket from my bag
And re-geared my life for fast speeds and downhills
The pipe and exhaust and body were tuned and sound
My carburator heart was pumping gas like it never had
And the piston in my head worked so hard
I lost my mind
The change from the tightly wound chain
And small furry of turning spokes I could no longer handle
This newly aquired speed built up and took control
Turned the world into an unstoppable blur of lights
And the speeds I reached were more than I could take
Right before I hit that car and died a horrible death
I had realized I forgot to reattach the brakes
Wednesday, May 21, 2003
Morning Ghosts- by: unknown forgotten
Once I finally awoke
I realized it was not me
But a ghost that had spoke
I nodded heavily and acknowledged his words
Then as he rambled on I went back to sleep
Once I finally awoke
I realized it was not me
But a ghost that had spoke
I nodded heavily and acknowledged his words
Then as he rambled on I went back to sleep
Vicissitude- by: unknown forgotten
I can not fully comprehend what has happened this last week
For what has passed and what's to come are nearly the same
Though they may be in a different place
I can't tell what the future yields
But I feel better things in these next few days
In a week I will not feel the same
For back to the suffering and toil of daily life reigns
With habits not so quickly put down
And procrastination turning and working its way around
Time is pressed up a against a dead end alley
And at this rate I will probabably just be dead
I can not fully comprehend what has happened this last week
For what has passed and what's to come are nearly the same
Though they may be in a different place
I can't tell what the future yields
But I feel better things in these next few days
In a week I will not feel the same
For back to the suffering and toil of daily life reigns
With habits not so quickly put down
And procrastination turning and working its way around
Time is pressed up a against a dead end alley
And at this rate I will probabably just be dead
Saturday, May 17, 2003
Accept Death- by:unknown forgotten
Let it course through you
Let it burn through you
Feel it rapture your soul away
As it pulls on your eyes
As it rips at your flesh
As it breaks your bones
As it crushes your lungs
There ain't no nother way to get rid of it
Than to beat it out of you
Let it course though you
I've seen others struggle
And it only makes it worse
Let it burn though you
Let it course through you
Let it burn through you
Feel it rapture your soul away
As it pulls on your eyes
As it rips at your flesh
As it breaks your bones
As it crushes your lungs
There ain't no nother way to get rid of it
Than to beat it out of you
Let it course though you
I've seen others struggle
And it only makes it worse
Let it burn though you
Wednesday, May 14, 2003
Crimson Tides- by: unknown forgotten
Under the crimson tides
I lost my breathe
Under the crimson tide
I lost my life
Body so swollen
And full of death
Down on the bottom
With all the rest
Up from the bottom
I saw the light
And that's when Satan..
...took my life
Under the crimson tides
I lost my breathe
Under the crimson tide
I lost my life
Body so swollen
And full of death
Down on the bottom
With all the rest
Up from the bottom
I saw the light
And that's when Satan..
...took my life
Tuesday, May 13, 2003
2%- by: unknown forgotten
It sounded like milk
That echoed across the room
Unmistakable presence
The wavelengths of milk
We could tell it was no other
It portrayed a white creamy sound
Like back when I was a a child
Could it be cereal?
Or cookies a la carte?
We could not tell
But it sounded like milk
It sounded like milk
That echoed across the room
Unmistakable presence
The wavelengths of milk
We could tell it was no other
It portrayed a white creamy sound
Like back when I was a a child
Could it be cereal?
Or cookies a la carte?
We could not tell
But it sounded like milk
Monday, May 12, 2003
Madmen Screaming- by: unknown forgotten
I knew you weren't breathing
But the curtain blocked my eyes
And the smell of formaldihyde
Made my mind hurt and it died
It rolled into my brain like poison
And it made my mind mad
They say madmen aren't real men
As they chew through their own arm
To escape the mental traps
They come running in
With their hair all shuffled about
And the straight jacket undone
Blood pours from their nose
As they bang against the walls
Their tears show they know
That nothing can be done about it
They come running in screaming
About the voices in the walls
I yell back: "I hear them too!"
As join them in screaming out
Baggy eyes, sleepless nights
Insanity, dimentia control my life
Grrraah!
I'll come running in!
With a crazed look in my eye
Holding the head of another
And a rusted old knife
I knew you weren't breathing
But the curtain blocked my eyes
And the smell of formaldihyde
Made my mind hurt and it died
It rolled into my brain like poison
And it made my mind mad
They say madmen aren't real men
As they chew through their own arm
To escape the mental traps
They come running in
With their hair all shuffled about
And the straight jacket undone
Blood pours from their nose
As they bang against the walls
Their tears show they know
That nothing can be done about it
They come running in screaming
About the voices in the walls
I yell back: "I hear them too!"
As join them in screaming out
Baggy eyes, sleepless nights
Insanity, dimentia control my life
Grrraah!
I'll come running in!
With a crazed look in my eye
Holding the head of another
And a rusted old knife
Friday, May 02, 2003
I Am Ruined- by: unknown forgotten
There is almost too much about me
That is distraught
But yet I yield it under to my subconcious
And walk the streets in oblivion
Until someone tells me
That I am in deep shit
What day shall I rise from ruin?
Thes pillars are in shambles
Just rubble and dust
And I have no idea where to start again
There is almost too much about me
That is distraught
But yet I yield it under to my subconcious
And walk the streets in oblivion
Until someone tells me
That I am in deep shit
What day shall I rise from ruin?
Thes pillars are in shambles
Just rubble and dust
And I have no idea where to start again