Slipping
Sleeping with the symptom of contempt
The beast in my mind never acknowledges its crimes
Abused by disease and left in the cold
The only thing to fear is growing old
But the girl has hollow cheeks and voluptuous lies
She makes everything bleed until it dies
The circumstance of imprisonment
A beautiful dream of broken bones and blood tears
A scream without breath and age without years
Tragedy takes too long to digest
So it lays beside me trying to rest
A disposition to haunt my waking hours
Murder is an infection I am trying to catch
Where the milk on her lips has already soured
I recognize that the only thing I have ever loved
Is easy to please and eclipse and devour
You please it with lies and false sympathy
You eclipse it with constant Halloween
And you feel nothing through all eternity
Enchanted by distortion
I watch my flesh grow out of proportion
I am a reflection of nothing
I can feel the tentacles and see the teeth
As I am consumed by my sovereign deity
He is dead and still asleep beneath the sea
I do not run from him and he does not run from me
I do not desire to be free
But I will always be cheap if you know the verse
I will always be easy if you are willing to try
Otherwise turn your back and wait for me to die
I cry out to the dead girl who followed me home
I met her in the streets where she was content to roam
There are knife wounds in my Caesar
But it tastes so beautiful this orgy of murder
So I lick the conspiracy wounds and try to move on
The seduction of cannibalism tastes like me
I will always be reminded of what I saw on TV
It was sex for a moment but death for seven years
And no one would pull me from the darkness and tears
It took too long and the desire is gone
But I walk the streets singing my grave song
The only thing left to escape is my mind
My own liquid emotions are dripping
Slipping down the sculptured mockery
Always looking for the same impossible dream
Seeking an end that I know will never come
Bleeding away in front of everyone
Sleeping with the symptom of contempt
The beast in my mind never acknowledges its crimes
Abused by disease and left in the cold
The only thing to fear is growing old
But the girl has hollow cheeks and voluptuous lies
She makes everything bleed until it dies
The circumstance of imprisonment
A beautiful dream of broken bones and blood tears
A scream without breath and age without years
Tragedy takes too long to digest
So it lays beside me trying to rest
A disposition to haunt my waking hours
Murder is an infection I am trying to catch
Where the milk on her lips has already soured
I recognize that the only thing I have ever loved
Is easy to please and eclipse and devour
You please it with lies and false sympathy
You eclipse it with constant Halloween
And you feel nothing through all eternity
Enchanted by distortion
I watch my flesh grow out of proportion
I am a reflection of nothing
I can feel the tentacles and see the teeth
As I am consumed by my sovereign deity
He is dead and still asleep beneath the sea
I do not run from him and he does not run from me
I do not desire to be free
But I will always be cheap if you know the verse
I will always be easy if you are willing to try
Otherwise turn your back and wait for me to die
I cry out to the dead girl who followed me home
I met her in the streets where she was content to roam
There are knife wounds in my Caesar
But it tastes so beautiful this orgy of murder
So I lick the conspiracy wounds and try to move on
The seduction of cannibalism tastes like me
I will always be reminded of what I saw on TV
It was sex for a moment but death for seven years
And no one would pull me from the darkness and tears
It took too long and the desire is gone
But I walk the streets singing my grave song
The only thing left to escape is my mind
My own liquid emotions are dripping
Slipping down the sculptured mockery
Always looking for the same impossible dream
Seeking an end that I know will never come
Bleeding away in front of everyone
VIEW 6 of 6 COMMENTS
oruc_reis:
Why is that did you not find at least one of them funny
nalar:
I can't talk the agent into coming out on the 6th? I suppose I could understand if you are working that night.