Spinning in

Spinning in the aftermath
drinking in the sin and ash
all that ever comes to pass
will leave you rotting in the mass
the pile that’s been left behind
of flesh removed and cyanide
lips that fall on broken skin
feel the blood drink it in
feel it on your teeth and tongue
spinning in ashes and sin for fun
death will come when you sleep
rip out your gums
and keep the meat
spinning in life moments weep

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All I’ve been

In the midst of the deep ocean all I see is black
a world beneath what’s been forgotten to which I can’t turn back
a mess of mind and soul in tatters everything is cracked
I cannot move for lack of vision my body is the sand
deep within the darkest ocean I’ve been driven mad
still I’m breathing no longer living forgotten what I am
a world beneath what’s been forgotten an ocean dark and then
the world beneath is filled with light no longer empty seas
I no longer see the black but the light has blinded me
forgotten still what was before I no longer feel my skin
sand consumes the driving force beneath the waters land
in the midst of the deep ocean all I know is gone
broken lost once forever forgotten all I’ve been

Flesh unmoved

Isolated once again
grace of God my only friend
the human side that lacks all faith
finds no comfort while I pray
alone this flesh begins to break
slowly into last mistakes
decayed and sadden
all but broken
lost and all my will unspoken
isolated all alone
this human flesh aches to the bone
I cry to God for relief
my soul feels comfort but not my feet
flesh it yearns for another touch
someone else to feel the rush
connected and quite tethered too
my soul it tends to flesh unmoved

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

Within the pain

Burning in the cold rain
drinking in the sludge
I’ve taken all the pills now
and broken all my bones
burning in the cold night
rain falling from the floods
burning all my skin off
drowning me in mud
burning from the fire
the fire in cold rain
the droplets are all glowing
orange within the pain

What the forest takes

Walking through the forest
it’s after midnight now
the darkness consumes everything
the sky contains no clouds
everything is silent here
the forest makes no sound
walking between the trees
nothing to be found
I’ve forgotten why I came here
forgotten who I am
walking after midnight
silent laughing drives me mad
don’t know what I look like
forgotten who I am
walking after midnight
no flesh at my command
a soul just drifting in darkness
drifting to final rest
never go walking after midnight
the forest needs no breath

In my skin

I’ve been a lot of things
a lot of it ain’t good
thought I knew so much
but I really misunderstood
I strayed away from self
walked right into hell
let the devil take my hand
thought I was better than
been a bitch
and pretty fucking selfish
I’ve been a lot of things
been pretty fucking desperate
crawling on the walls
been begging for attention
I’ve embarrassed myself a lot
more than I’d like to admit
been on the wrong side of right
and said I’m okay with it
I’ve been a lot of things
but now I just wanna grow
move on from all that evil
like the glory in me show
remember that I love truth
and want to exemplify the good
I’ve been a lot of things
I’ll be a lot more
but this time I’m changing
changing that’s for sure
move like light through water
let God have His way
I’ve been a lot of things
I know I’ll never be a saint
but I can be much better now
now that I can admit
I wasn’t ever really the best person
I was just growing in my skin

To die a tree

I find it rather freeing
though the lesson is quite fleeting
I’m just another board amongst the floor
the wood in which you walk upon through doors
the first and very foremost a mark upon my soul
I find it rather freeing to get lost inside it all
a piece of decoration I find myself to be
waxed and made all pretty
so your guest can finally see
I find it rather fleeting how quickly one forgets
I may be a fixture but I am free in this
I know where my heart is, the bones and my lost flesh
I may be a floor board but I will die a tree I must confess
free from underfoot I’ll grow just as I should
I find it rather fleeting how often it’s misunderstood