Knock knock knock. Sound the blows to the forhead from the. Mock mock mock. Of the words, a voice I hear every morning. . Like stalking me from yesterday.
Outside you there's a remedy. Inside you is an enemy. This twist (this twist) of irony. Can I say you were ever a friend to me?. (Just like we promised).
For too long cast aside, stripped of dignity, opportunity. Countless sleepless days in underestimation. But under these anxious, darkening heavens. No word goes unheard.
Relent to your useless devices. Retreat, your last line of defense. Regress to the hollow relationships that shield you from yourself. . Relent to your fortress of skin.
We have waited for so long. To occur this day. There are those who fly away to a distant place. But I think I'll stay. And I wouldn't have it any other way.
Daddy, she has your eyes. And when she grins you can only realize. The guilt she manifests so deep inside you. That your thin veneer of catechism can no longer hide.
We once drew. Some lines in black. And right now it's about time. We took them back. So bored of losing ground to the heresy. In our hearts.... . With a steady steady hand hand hammer hammer blade.
Shelter me. with mercury vials. escape is the machine to. shelter me. with media tablets. well turn today into a-. dream. more doses. more screens. more vials to.
The innocence robbed at early stage. Bitterness alloys for the cage. Pain gives birth to pain. And hope gets smudged with bloodstains. Despise yourself to swell with pride.
Her heart bleeds. . It is a basis for your heartfelt hunger so gaze. At the page at the faces of nameless.... You're alone again. And this distortion is an apt replacement for.
You say: "Make me into something. Give me a body". And you say: "Let me out the bottle. Make me into someone. You can give me life. And I'll trade. The potion you embody with.
High noon cometh, not a moment too soon. There's gonna be a firefight tonight. A reckoning to confront the residents of this tomb. A gunpowder partyand it feels just right.
I will not forget the day when the sides were chosen. Me against me against me. Clothing so drenched with sweat and the teeth they were clenched. Who can I trust when I.
Quiet. It's 4 AM. I was. Sound asleep. Trying. To hunt the sheep. . There is a choice. Within a voice. Lurking somewhere between. Hidden parts. And facial scars.
"You cannot hide now. I'll find you somehow. Together we can find new ways to drown". . "All I really want is. A moment of your time. To grant. To give.
Hint number one is. Five letters inscribed over. The lips of eyeless woman. Asking me for needles and a thread. . To sew her head together again. . Oh, swollen anthill sore.
If you want to find me, I'll be lost. Lost in your circuitry, the only home for me. Not unlike, Heavenly, pulsating, moistening. Infinite holy mystery.
Desires in conquest to murder her, maim her. Progress possession in blackmail entrails to. Pursuit your end for regret with shame no end to shade. Bait her in comfort complete then move to kill.
Obsolete, obsolete, we're so obsolete. . Sleep soundly in silence knowing that we. Will never return to what we once were. What was now is a distant memory.
Another day in the hurt. Another grope in the search. Another shove with a smirk. Once more treading, running, pleading, pushing onto. Another bridge through the mist.