Looking through the skin

A demon lives within me
she wins most every time
not even love can save me
I’m running out of rhymes
nothing in me is pure now
though it may appear that way
everything is darkness
everything is rot
there’s nothing left inside of me
nothing she hasn’t got
a demon lives within me
she’s everything I am
and if I go on living
I must make a stand
I must kill what’s within me
so the demon can never leave
living is so much harder
now that the demons all I see

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Bleed for

Drawing lines on floor boards
wiping out the old score
tears we drink them down more
before we go insane
before we drown in rain
the sorrow in our veins
we drink away the pain
drawing lines on floor boards
the panels show no scores
it’s all about the new floors
tears we drink them down more
and tell ourselves what we bleed for

Fight

Fight, fight back against the night
shutting eyes and thinking lies
somehow save the plight
don’t believe, don’t just run away
and cry
don’t drop to knees
unless your praying for the truth
fight, fight against the darkness
as it keeps you in the youth
the fear of growing older
from your parents now to you
fight against the thoughts
that nothing will get better
if you take up arms
we can end the terror
if every night you hide
cry yourself to sleep
another fight you lost
the dreams you cannot seek
fight, fight against the night
fight against the lies
fight for the real truth
hidden in disguise
fight, fight, fight and stay alive
listen to the truth not
just the feelings from inside
listen to the past and be mindful
of the truth
remember we aren’t special
the circle always moves

Middle of the night

Lies can make you happy
in the middle of the night
sing a pretty song
make the world a new delight
and cherish what’s not happened
forgetting that you cried
the lies will keep you warm
in the middle of the night
lies can make you happy
burn a fire keep you warm
lies can soothe the heartache
keep you from growing sore
no bitterness to swallow
no absence of the warmth
lies can keep you going
when all you want is to die
yes lies can change a lot of things
like temperature and pain
make the coldest of the midnight’s
feel like summer in the day
lies can do a lot of things
but in the end they’re lies
so careful what you tell yourself
to get you through the night

Burning roses

I’m burning roses now
and I ain’t coming down
got no dollar bills
but I’m floating proud
people be looking at me
like I’m so damn lost
but these dreams are happening
no matter the cost
I got my own pen in my hand now
and a voice that I’m using
gonna make my own way
and I’m never pursuing
the past that undid me
when I was living my life
everybody was saying
I was doing it right
had everything wrapped up
in a nice little bow
all my fucking chaos
yeah that shit explode
I can’t do nine to five now
my degree don’t mean nothing
I’m living the life now
that makes me feel something
I’m burning the garden
and feeling so good
you thought that you controlled me
I think you misunderstood
you never did see me
but you took all I had
left me with bad credit
and no fucking cash
had a nervous breakdown
but now I’m not even sad
I’m writing the next chapter
I’m changing the story
you took all I had even the glory
so now I’m crawling upwards
from this dirty floor
everybody might be talking mess
but I’m aiming to soar

The music playing

I’ve got the music on
I’m singing old old songs
I’m smoking cigarettes
drinking black coffee and crying
I’ve got that old time feeling
the blues they say
I’ve got that melancholy
and a sad refrain
I’ve got the music playing
singing old world songs
I wish I could’ve seen it
oh how the old world calls
I’ve got the music playing
though the records broke
I’ve got the blues I’m singing
sad songs and an old time smoke
I’m drinking black coffee
I pour another cup and sigh
I’m just a sad little state
got the old world on my mind.

The bell

Sound the bell
I’m off to hell
a brand new adventure
for me to sell
a life less lived
though in my head
the dreams often come
though remain quite dead
sound the bell
all the chimes
keep the words off all the rhymes
cherish that which is not mine
the children scream
as we continue
move through fire
the hell you’ve been to
drop the drink and all facade
sound the bell
and do no harm

Pack rat

My brain don’t work so well no more
it’s cluttered like my floor
I can’t see my carpet nor the door
I’m waiting for the storm to stop
it’s quiet but no room to talk
no room to think more than once
can’t see can’t hear don’t know my name
my brain got lost along the way
and every piece of drunk decay
keeps it molded and still grey
the pain it won’t ever go away
my brain don’t work so well no more
I’m drunk and cluttered on the floor
everything is boxes filled
I’m hurting but I can not think
I’m dreaming now my visions weak