Who will count the loss?


Terror.

And you're all here
Now what?
What do you want next?

Pow Wow Way- by: unknown forgotten

And, OR
My self destruction button has gone stiff
It used to be so easy to cause devastation to myself
Such a therapeutic release
Now call the night easy sleep
No harsh words or interaction to throw fists
I'd rather sit than cause ruckus
Or space out than interact in discussion
Voluntary sleep over passing out
Wreckless nights of tossing and turning over spent out crashing down
Still quiet boredom instead of utter self destruction
Devastation is what I want to self inflict?
Or mediocracy for simplicity in a black world behind little shut eyes?
If I could fall in a moment of destructive glory
Or if I could hide behind doors and miss that thing I called life
I know the answer when I drown,
and I'm alright in a shifting tide and undertoe

A Message to The 45th Floor, Office 12- by: unknown forgotten

Squeezing blood from a dirty whore
You're getting more wretched every moment
And your soul is dieing more every moment
What'll you do when you can't call her back?
So lonely on a weekday 'working late' at night

You soiled your brand new car
And your wife is asleep at home
How much money can your associates fork over
To cover up this mess and your quiet bank rupture
But they're way too preoccupied to even consider a compromise
Now you're neck is theirs and they're sharpening knives
They have the right
You broke their backs more than once, more than twice

Office doors and secure phone calls can't keep out truth
Lies seep like toxic ooze
You're done for
Boy, your children are going to be disappointed.

we are not AM- by: unknown forgotten

Submit yourself into the submersion of being
Drown out the day and the future
Violently decapitate the past with an axe
Then sit still for a minute, make that only enough
And let this be the only time you stop living

Revel in what you have become
And why is it that you're there?
Nothing is absolutely no thing at all
Imagination is worthless to think realistically
Dreams are comforting but flawed and fake
Submit to every minute you exist
Where is the reason to keep going into the next minute?
How does each minute of your life separate itself from the next
Take all your mind capacity and focus it on existing
Take heart, here we are, all of us ever

We are here now
Our minds can not control what we want to happen
Our brains can not control what will happen inside and outside of us
Are we all so afraid now to then comply to the fact that we exist despite our actions?
We are smarter than that to smite ourselves and defy God
So we drag upon the land with heavy feet and downcast eyes
We will be because we are and can not change that
Consider you didn't wake up ever again
We never perceive that to be a premise tomorrow

We will always awake
Be it in our beds under soft sheets or in Heaven
Be it in the alley drunk or in hell burning
Thus we must submit ourselves to existing
We must be submissive to being
Otherwise, we have missed the point of living
We are not I AM,
we just are

The extent of my capabilities for this definite moment have run out.

Brick Tunnel- by: unknown forgotten

I hate when I forget all the mysteries we love to ignore
And I sure hope I'm never stranded on an island because I'll grow wild
My endless bounds are held in premise
But I'm almost certain I can stand up to them all
Like magnets ripping boats apart
Or children growing way too old
How many ounces of oil can can the concrete absorb?
How far can the measuring tape reach before it folds?
Just enough to wash away
Just enough to reach farther than me
How much wind can wishes push aside?
I can build a structure stronger than it's insides
One with a cast iron door

Pull Over the Sheets- by: unknown forgotten

No time to sleep
No time at all
I can sleep in day dreams desperately
And play with wild cats
Unafraid of their claws
No time to sleep
Too busy relying on idealism

Mind racing.

Out of convenience.

Introduction to Black Powder- by: unknown forgotten

The places where time speeds up
Or intersections where wormholes exist
And the mishaps involving blackholes
They can take us away

Or the choir sings
And the fat opera lady sings
And the first/last kiss we'll ever engage
There's a danger of implosion that disintegrates itself

My blood trickles from my brow
It tastes like my enemies but slightly sweeter
And much more sour and such

As is the resurrection of ones soul
After it has killed existence to the point of distraction
Or something close enough to relevance
And there we forget...

Return of the Wrath of God- by: unknown forgotten

So many terrible earthquakes
Not to mention shockwaves
And a dissonance that made the peoples ears bleed horrificly

There were winged things and fire
Seagulls pecking out eyeballs
Bridges collapsed and souls defiled

Then there was reverence and peace
Sincere belief
We wondered if this was the end of all times
Or if it was a mad mind who was sick and fucking wrong
Ourselves too ashamed and afraid to comprehend the Anti-Christ
The inevitable end of it all

It's all I can base hope upon

Lessons Learned from the Future- by: unknown forgotten

Hello,
I am Mr Space Cadet from the Planet Future
Where you have no idea what to do
No consciousness because you haven't arrived here yet
You can taste the sea on your tongue
But only moments before the tides rise in

We're not going anywhere
There's a fear that rises with waiting
I am not afraid of waiting
I've jumped the gun
And I've bitten the bullet
The latter made me bleed

I can stand for hours
I can say nothing for days
And we're not going anywhere
I'm staying right

I, Mr Space Cadet, from the Planet Future
I am not afraid
This time I've studied the past
This time I'm prepared

Patience is my virtue
This time I'm not getting over my own head
Those huntresses taught me but one lesson
To carry a sword

So Far Away- by: unknown forgotten

I was dancing on the rooftop
I'm sure you could hear my footsteps pounding down
The wind was warm and whispering psalms
A bottle of booze emptied laying in the gutter
The ladder fell over on the way up
Now there's no way down
Just me dancing until the sun comes up
And a raven on the telephone wire
A strange sight for so late at night
And a red fox circling the house
Howling everytime I stop
I guess I could've jumped down
But there's nothing down there for me
The Lord is with me

If you can't hear any evil
And you can't see any evil
Then there is nothing to be afraid of