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Monthly Archives: November 2012

STD’s vs. STI’s

Infection

vs.

Desase

no more STD’s please

it’s not what we need

we’ve got poor to feed

not children to see

how these hearts bleed

from this terrible disease.

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Born to Die

If we are all born to Die,

And when we Die, people Cry,

Yet we are predetermined to eternally fry,

deep in the Depths of Hell.

What business do We have keeping Well?

simply just to ring our own bell?

To put off this damnation

is simply procrastination,

Give in to the extermination,

and your ultimate obliteration.

But these beliefs may prove False

so don’t make them deal with the loss

with someone so good as you

its never to late to Start your life Anew


Tombstone

Seal me Beneath the Earth

Away from all these People

In a muffled, older, lightless World

Take me under Deeper

to Catacombs untouched by Time

Away from Harm and Life and Rhyme

into a World of quiet Soil

beneath the Roots and Ancient oil

My path takes Me through these places

To Silent Close and Unseen spaces

Where the Oldest spirits Hide their Faces

Following that Hard stone Road

to the Centre of

the World I go

But Do Not try to Follow me

Down this pass no-one can See

and Leave no marker

Nor Grave upon the Surface

I cannot let those Above

know my Delving purpose

for Alone I tread to Darker,

Deeper Secret places

A journey with no Light to guide me

and A Hope no-one will Ever

Find me

So far underground,

There is

No Sound,

No Night or Day

and Here

I lay

at the very core of it all

My existance

Exhales

and my body fails

Here in this Under-world

of Shadow sages

and Earthen walls

and Stalactite cages

Hidden from the Eye

of everything up High,

it’s here that I lie

Beneath it all,

and then comes that long

Breath’d Sigh

and that final Diamond-Hard

Good-bye

In the Dark

with no way to discern,

To the Dirt

I will Return


End It

Just end it now

before it gets too much

I dont wanna think about

all the other stuff.

It’s just too much

The thoughts rattle my brain

I’m going insane.

Help me to retain

The normal thoughts that once came

Into my brain.

But now I’ve had too much

I don’t want to think about

That kind of stuff.

So I take the rope

Tie it loose with the hope

That might not end here

But who am I kidding?

The end is near.


Different

I find myself in

a different space,

a different place,

surrounded by strange,

but familiar face.

The yet unknown

intrigues me so,

but it’s still a place,

I’m hesitant to go.

The more I stay,

the more I grow,

the more I realize what I’m

willing to show.

It’s beginning to become

from which we all must roam,

it’s beginning to become

home.


Hold

What am I waiting for

if the only thing I have left

is this empty

Screaming

Fucking head?

What am I waiting for

when the very Land

on which I stand

is Dead

And my thoughts and ideas

have all been Bled?

What am I waiting for

when the Ghosts are closing in

and my bleating Heart has fled?

My Mind has Become

an Animal you see,

One I Fear

and It

Fears Me

Give me a Hold

in this sharp and

cold

wall of Rocks,

something that I can grip

and not

Cut Bleed or Slip

for the Fall

is far

into that

Petrifying Mist

and there is No

Coming back

from that black

Abyss.


Lost

I’m swallowing this sadness

Licking the sweat off these bitter lips

I’m drowning in this crass-ness

Unsure of what’s next

I’m blinded by life

I’m struggling to see

I’m holding on to whatever

Seems closets to me

I’m digging in deeper

Plowing heels into dirt

Trying to stay upright

Just to avoid the hurt

So desperate to hold on

To whatever seems right

Life is just a mere eidolon

But it’s worth the fight

Just to give up

It would be so easy to go

Not sure if ill stick around

For the end of the show

I’m swallowing this sadness

Liking the sweat off these bitter lips

I’m drowning in this crass-ness

Unsure of what’s next


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