Humanity oh the insanity, the inanity of mindful power comes closer with every passing hour. Painful in place mindless gut wrenching case. Cant slow the pace, can’t win this race. Faceless in space… mind space. Taste, your fear bring it in near. Keep it close as your raise for your life’s toast. Join the animals play in the flowers. Just one of the rest in lifes sin. No right or wrong if you want to belong. Don’t think to much or touch to long. Those are the steps if you wanna dance in this song. One of the rest one of the best. Keep that smile on during the test.
The things we think are okay in our youth. Abuse, strange thoughts running free. Not in control at all… elder is elder or control freak. Back in time… maintain, now moment.
Zone in and out, its the only way. To stay.. to stay. Show me the way, way to be like they. Cant zone in can’t tune in. Music a good lifes only win. Stay far within keep inner zen.
14 per provence
In 12 yrs
Like a boss
Thinking clear? Not a question for today. Yes for this day all my thoughts stay far, far away. Sleeping in this way, vacant, emptied, gutted and hallowed. Its a tough jagged little pill I’ve just happily swallowed.
Step forward. You must know now no way back. No reason for it that doesn’t lack tact. Or rather in fact any self love as someone who deserves much more from above.
Karma. I’ve been told to understand that there is always a master plan. Karma is the role they choose. When its your ass that’s the one to lose. As a proof to that preach on forgiveness. Yea that’s right just go on about your businesses. This is sickness…just fucking sickness. To your carnage I played Jehovah witness. Witless thats what I was, when you started your proclaiming of love.
Waking up. Now it really starts. The truth final freedom in my souls chosen art. Write it all out, scour and salt it clean. Let nothing of this broken be able to be seen out of seam.
Lick wounds clean… still vacant but growing, still more,… left unseen.
Non stopping itch. A first airless breath before the fall. That one look, and all you see is the seconds you have before you lose it all..
Can you stop it? Before you hit? Of course not, but wait…
There I stand, or at least I think I do. I no longer know after all I gave to you. My soul, my person, who am I now? Lost somewhere falling and crawling on the ground. Emptied and gutted thats where we stood. Till you decided that it was over and hollow me out you should. Once that choice was made the dominos fell flat. Creation of a empty void that can’t remember how to act. What is a soul? What should it say? Does it complete me and fill the spaces after you left and went away? Will I know my own mind? Can I recognize me? What where those things that I wanted and wished I could be?
As I start on that, I can hear the sound; it comes closer, louder and quicker the more I crawl the ground. What does it want? Oh wait is that me? That sad wrecked creature trying to stand on broken knees? She’s begging, oh begging for me… but what does that mean? Do you know what you ask? You want to take the stage and start the prep for our final task? I can’t agree to that, but it seems I must. Just give up unto myself and be a cavern of vacant lust. Just let this damaged creature come take hold. Start to learn how does we become only me? Stronger, smarter and much more bold. Oh dark gods how can this be? How do I start to figure out who the completeness is inside of me? Without the crutch of another I can simply pretend to be?
I don’t want to climb up I just want to die. Watch and lay bleeding this thing between you and I. I’ve lost all nothing gained, sand runs out just grains. That’s all that’s left in this glass; no touching, no ass, no class. Yes nothing remains so how can I stay sane. Wanting you leaves nothing behind, this demon we share christ he just shines. So sing for me banshee let me know my times over; nothing blue, nothing borrowed, nothing that moves time forward. Just a life filled with shadows and sorrows yes love never borrows. So lets go back see how time will react. Back to the moment when we lost it all, sitting on your floor in your home, in montreal. Right to the question that began this destruction. No not about whores far before that. No further back when you said I was unwanted and I didn’t know how to react. My question to you then was should I just leave? You know, back when there was a chance to believe, that there was a me here inside without you. As for today, tonight, tomorrow that is simply no longer true. Mo anam cara I don’t know what to do, how to breathe in a life void-ed without you.