This wordless song
Which we sung
How could I have forgotten
What Ive become
Choking on the ashes
Glazing my lungs
Ive fallen down the ladder
And broke every rung
This thing inside me
Will never leave
With every stitch frayed
It begins to seethe
These painted words
Are all I had
Now their burned away
But Im not too sad
The nails to the door
Have become undone
Its my catharsis to remember
What I have become
*Yes this is supposed to run on like this, it's to force your own mind to break it up to what you want and what seems natural***
Paradise is hollowed out now Ive expunged the stitches and sutures continuing to twist and spin in the wind standing on the ashes of the gloom and sulfur the Sheppard chokes on the collar of the lamb she seemed to have walked into the vespers of an overwhelming sense of insecurity we bleed our lives theres no will to clot them shut so much for glass heart fires in this world
Fingers itch to peel my face during a confusion of sleep wondering who could eat the apple of Eve don't mind me I'm not anything just a phantasm so finish the cigarette during the intermission for the invisible crowd I am your new disease a tumultuous ethereal scarecrow retching on choice and absurdity I regret those talks I had with muted walls
A cancer eats inside of you
Won't you tell me what it is
A cancer eats inside of us
I can't guess what the problem is
Your tongue perforates my letter
Gorges of the ink absorbed
It flays along the entries
Heave the envelope on the floor
Goldfinches lay entwined in a barb wire fence
Fluttering against the razors as their throats are slit
As their blood splatters my eyes commence to wince
Tears start to come out because my hands won't fit
Every ring of the bell I find a moment's peace
Between the silences of the tolls I wish for sleep
Every lie sown in the killing field you have to reap
Between the gasps of truths my heart begins to leap
My feet walk upon the Originators bones
My hands run against my antiqued scars
My knees split open against the jagged stones
My eyes gaze upon the face of the Morning Star
When the Horsemen come for us all
Will you be there for your children's call
The meek to inherent the Mother
Sing the Lamb's chorus as the mighty fall
Which we sung
How could I have forgotten
What Ive become
Choking on the ashes
Glazing my lungs
Ive fallen down the ladder
And broke every rung
This thing inside me
Will never leave
With every stitch frayed
It begins to seethe
These painted words
Are all I had
Now their burned away
But Im not too sad
The nails to the door
Have become undone
Its my catharsis to remember
What I have become
*Yes this is supposed to run on like this, it's to force your own mind to break it up to what you want and what seems natural***
Paradise is hollowed out now Ive expunged the stitches and sutures continuing to twist and spin in the wind standing on the ashes of the gloom and sulfur the Sheppard chokes on the collar of the lamb she seemed to have walked into the vespers of an overwhelming sense of insecurity we bleed our lives theres no will to clot them shut so much for glass heart fires in this world
Fingers itch to peel my face during a confusion of sleep wondering who could eat the apple of Eve don't mind me I'm not anything just a phantasm so finish the cigarette during the intermission for the invisible crowd I am your new disease a tumultuous ethereal scarecrow retching on choice and absurdity I regret those talks I had with muted walls
A cancer eats inside of you
Won't you tell me what it is
A cancer eats inside of us
I can't guess what the problem is
Your tongue perforates my letter
Gorges of the ink absorbed
It flays along the entries
Heave the envelope on the floor
Goldfinches lay entwined in a barb wire fence
Fluttering against the razors as their throats are slit
As their blood splatters my eyes commence to wince
Tears start to come out because my hands won't fit
Every ring of the bell I find a moment's peace
Between the silences of the tolls I wish for sleep
Every lie sown in the killing field you have to reap
Between the gasps of truths my heart begins to leap
My feet walk upon the Originators bones
My hands run against my antiqued scars
My knees split open against the jagged stones
My eyes gaze upon the face of the Morning Star
When the Horsemen come for us all
Will you be there for your children's call
The meek to inherent the Mother
Sing the Lamb's chorus as the mighty fall
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sextrash:
Thanks! They're so good man, I love this line "we bleed our lives theres no will to clot them shut"
hazzard:
Why not?? 