Deep inside of us lurks a dark and twisted little child
Drink the sweet nectar from my pottery Plentiful for the thirst the flows through your throat Salivating Down to the floor To make the seeds grow.
I am alone. I am loner. I always have been. I stay beneath the shadows. Of the crowd. Searching for a friend. The one who looks for me. Someone I can shiver with. So my life can start again.
Easy is my heart,. So sleek and dark with hallow parts,. A grim a shallow shadowed park,. Slim streets of one ways,.
Oh how it is eating my insides. Ripping my walls in cascades. how I tremble. Down these wobbly stairs. And she howls. Melancholy sounds. Echoing confusion. Distortion. The final note had been sung.
Let your happiness burn in hell And let my sorrow lift through the ashes.
I had a dream about you last night. I had never been so scared. I was able to smell your scent. As you swiftly passed me. Your eyes were so evil. As they said.
I shed. I peel. the skin off my body. Hoping this mark will one day vanish. I dig. I claw. at the flesh. But it's more than just a scar now. They've become the craters on the moon.
You can't force them out can you When will you come through Do you wan't me to keep waiting Ok I'll be here I'll wait for you.
Something about those quiet mornings. They make me cringe. When I hear the engine of a single jet pass by. It's usually sunny as I lounge in the gleaming air. I can hear the hens rustling by.
I write things I only understand. In the hopes that someone else will see through my writing. See past cob webbed corridors of my past. It's been a long while. Since i've walked down this floor.
It leans against the wall. As if it reaches to help. The patterns on its shade. Are routed to the right place. They turn and swirl. Down the stem. To mend the broken piece. Which makes it bend.