Devil’s Playground
1st of April, 2009
I want you to put my body where the rest lie dead
Spill my ashes over the cross of Jesus
Will you then attempt to raise me
How can I ever run when the feeling is inside me
Dying to catch the only one that desires me
Falling so fast I can never hear the truth thoughts
From myself I hold true the very sight of you
Your ego shines over you
You will never become a hero because you are so greatly flawed
I put my trust in the one that fills the criteria of those I run from
But of course I ran fast at the end
Ran so fast I tripped over my future
Tripped and fell so hard it cut right through me
The truth
Dying to cry but to know that it is not worth the tears
I want to tear you open like the can of beer
Shine past me
Rise above me
I will tear down your parade
I will destroy your mountain
I will raise hell in your kingdom
I will poison your immunity
Of coarse all those close enough to see the truth walk past you
I will plant the wish of a dictator into your kingdom
You forgot your symbol therefore you are proven to be the liar
The ocean brought back all of the lies and your world will crash down
Tsunami came harder than expected
I expected the worst
You have no parade
You have no mountain
You have no kingdom
You have no immunity
Go take your shower now…the room is ready
Strip now…reminds you of birth
Now is our time to undo all of our mistakes
Take deep breaths…the fumes are coming
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Reality
In some moments one must understand the life that is presented
The emotional complication that stands up to us…stares us in the face
In what moment is there a right to upset another person
Is there ever this right
Blank stares into the bathroom mirror
Screams
Screams my own name with no color or ink
No threats. No emotion whatsoever
Tears. Salty liquid comes rushing down my face like a race to some finish line
Is there failure when the ending is not even in sight
Is there failure within…does such state exist
Standing in thought…what must these tears represent
Are they of any use to any situation
Do the tears give any handicap to thus situation
Or must the obsession of scars come rushing from the closet to deal with such pain
Do memories truly die with memory loss
Have they never existed to the victim
When searching for life…is there a place to start
Is it right to not feel alive though blood rushes from the body…the heart is still beating…tears still fall
Is one insane for this
Must this state of being be strapped to a bed or given medication
Are the dreams of success signs of an unstable mentality
Would it be just to turn one-self in to a mental hospital for such dreams
Or do I just feel crazy for wanting to live a success when every road that I follow gives me no hope; every obstacle that I pass only shows me a ladder going down to where I have been before; every time that I kiss her, I fly to the highest level only to be struck down by reality
Staying awake is my only option to stay away from dreams
Dreams only manage to kill the reality of ones being
Doctor, please give me pills because my imagination is rather large to keep my feet on the floor of reality
The emotional complication that stands up to us…stares us in the face
In what moment is there a right to upset another person
Is there ever this right
Blank stares into the bathroom mirror
Screams
Screams my own name with no color or ink
No threats. No emotion whatsoever
Tears. Salty liquid comes rushing down my face like a race to some finish line
Is there failure when the ending is not even in sight
Is there failure within…does such state exist
Standing in thought…what must these tears represent
Are they of any use to any situation
Do the tears give any handicap to thus situation
Or must the obsession of scars come rushing from the closet to deal with such pain
Do memories truly die with memory loss
Have they never existed to the victim
When searching for life…is there a place to start
Is it right to not feel alive though blood rushes from the body…the heart is still beating…tears still fall
Is one insane for this
Must this state of being be strapped to a bed or given medication
Are the dreams of success signs of an unstable mentality
Would it be just to turn one-self in to a mental hospital for such dreams
Or do I just feel crazy for wanting to live a success when every road that I follow gives me no hope; every obstacle that I pass only shows me a ladder going down to where I have been before; every time that I kiss her, I fly to the highest level only to be struck down by reality
Staying awake is my only option to stay away from dreams
Dreams only manage to kill the reality of ones being
Doctor, please give me pills because my imagination is rather large to keep my feet on the floor of reality
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Satisfaction
4 years of the aftermath and the buildings are still burning...
coming up to the fifth and finally the rain pours...taking out all of the fire
now the city floods. disaster.
plants are not watered...plants are drowning.
rise and hit the ceiling...there is only so much room to grow
take off the bullet proof vest and see the bullet wounds that made it through
oh you thought i was fully protected....gashes. wounds. fire.
the tower was not strong enough. tall enough. big enough. watch my confidence fall
i do not need your sympathy. i do not need anything.
i just need you. i have always needed you.
hey look...our scars match. now keep walking i hate your face. your smile. your hair. your clothes. your everything.
i hate your scar. it connects us. i hate our connection.
i hate how i scream when you leave the room. i hate how my hair falls apart when the bridges collapse
i hate my ninja turtle enclosed razor blade.
oh but i love the scars it gives.
Hate. Hide. Heal.
i wish my heart's scars would show through the flesh
coming up to the fifth and finally the rain pours...taking out all of the fire
now the city floods. disaster.
plants are not watered...plants are drowning.
rise and hit the ceiling...there is only so much room to grow
take off the bullet proof vest and see the bullet wounds that made it through
oh you thought i was fully protected....gashes. wounds. fire.
the tower was not strong enough. tall enough. big enough. watch my confidence fall
i do not need your sympathy. i do not need anything.
i just need you. i have always needed you.
hey look...our scars match. now keep walking i hate your face. your smile. your hair. your clothes. your everything.
i hate your scar. it connects us. i hate our connection.
i hate how i scream when you leave the room. i hate how my hair falls apart when the bridges collapse
i hate my ninja turtle enclosed razor blade.
oh but i love the scars it gives.
Hate. Hide. Heal.
i wish my heart's scars would show through the flesh
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