Monthly Archives: January 2017

For Fuck’s Sake

Another shuttered misstep
Blood coursing through damp hair
Eyes ablaze with the passion of injury
Taking breaths of gravel through pants
Moving over the pain towards exaggeration
Lash forward with a growl
Lighting striking an unexplored region
Falling back towards a hole of decay
Landing against mechanical metal
Pupils hazed by a whirlwind of direction
Seized by the opening earth below
A distorted voice booming through the fog
Listing the fired violations to dead ears
Right before the lights turned out
Realizing my modulated virtue was fucked

I Was A Basketcase

Stumbling through the hallways
Bumping into unbalanced voices
Barely hearing the echoes off the walls
Clutching the rails to stabilize the shakes
Focusing on falsified paradise under the dim sun
Negating beams of moon in my stagnant pupils
However it all came to be
A prescription
A misstep
A bounce pass
A diversion

The lines all resolve to the tonic
The one similarity in all this dissonance
Such a tumultuous calm
Divided by all your qualms
Echoing through cries shrill
Though our stance stands still
Sanctioned by a false flag
Figuring frequent delusions
Stated acceptance of seclusion
Despite such a downward slant
Digging though soulful hopes
Related to all our modern tropes

Denying all distortion
To enhance such fortunes
To never stumble blind
Or give in to a bind

Out Of Tune Hands

Dazed for the past 7 years
Waking up from this nightmare
Drowning in debt
Alone in a apartment
Confused as to how it all happened
Try to measure the movements
Amazed at how distorted it all is
Something that could have been so glorious
Disgraced with long nights and late mornings
Pissed on whenever pissed off
Beaten down and bloodied
The devil twirling me in his claws
Laughter echoing trough the dark
Tolling the waste you allow to build up

As I lay face down in a sewer
The sun breaks through the grates
Shining through a sensitive cornea
A moment passes before I dive back in
How could I have let this happen?
Who damns the daylight for the night crawl?
Run away, climb the ladder, gasp for air
Keep running, run, run, run
I collapse far away from ground zero
Feel the tall grass with out of tune hands
Accept the heat of the sun on my face
Water flowing through my hair
Twitching towards recuperation
In a world where one prison is traded for another

Burned Bridges

I used to say fuck it
So many more roads to travel
Time was my friend
I didn’t know it was a bitter bitch
Relentless in how the past reverberates
Technology throws my mistakes back at my eyes
Pictures of happy eyes and wholesome resolve
Hand in hand, hanging out under mistletoe
So many have found their equation
The path must be so clear to them
Looking back at me with thanks
Thanks that they left me behind
Knowing I would have never stacked up
As I look around I wonder where else to go
I have fucked up so many things
Made a fool of myself to so many
A walking joke and a defined failure
Forged from bad mistakes and late nights