Can’t go back

Blue and orange
purple turn lavender
the world in pastels
burning oils on the shelves
bleeding blood made of violets
flowers in my eyes
I’m seeing stars again
drinking in the mold
eating up the stardust
grinning in the sun
blue and orange red rivers
swimming through the mud
purple turn lavender
reds bleed black
the rivers filled cold now
can’t go back

Just breathing

And I can see it
the writing on the walls
they whisper sweet nothings
foretelling of falls
the words don’t make sense
but I know them all the same
you can’t see past
how the ending had come
you don’t know truth
you don’t know the sun
and I can see music
my eyes hear the song
you whisper nothing
just breathing all along

Motels

Run away from the light
hide your eyes in the dark
and wake from the sun
without a cause
drink the river’s moonlight
shine so dim but so bright
and find the blood
upon your hands is gone
run away from the light
as you can’t see it coming
worry tomorrow
you’re worried about nothing
and everything comes
as the forest closes in
run away from sunlight
let the truth finally check-in

Spun

I’m feeling kind of wasted
kind of back in time
my head is all but spinning
lashing out in rhymes
melting like cheap plastics
and running over dry
drips they drop like rocks
down the corner street
I’m feeling kind of wasted
kind of left behind
like everything was fine
but now I’m not alright
everything is plastic
to long left in the sun
melting in the moonlight
spinning like a top that’s spun

Sandman screams

We sleep and dream
of where we might not be
a time to sleep
where we no longer bleed
fear it comes
and knocks upon the door
we drown
we fly
we do not ask for more
than laying on the floorboards
laughing on a shelf
bringing up the children
reminding them of health
teaching them to go clear
and how to sleep too dream
to be wide awake at midnight
to hear the sandman scream

Wrong and dirty

I did you wrong and dirty
played the victim very well
abused the aftermath
and made your world a living hell
but it was all to serve a purpose
selfish as it was
I needed to feel something
living life was just no fun
so I created drama
let myself go quite insane
I remember screaming
that you’d rue the day
you took your love away
left me with a broken heart
and all those other lies
as the truth of all this bullshit
is I was doing just fine
I did you wrong and dirty
played the part so naturally
it was all to serve a purpose
to selfishly let free
all the kept up emotions
regarding the life you’d never see

Don’t drink enough

I don’t drink enough these days
I don’t know just what to say
can’t keep dreaming in my grave
just want to rise up from the ground
keep the dirt out of my teeth
my nails all off the blood it leaks
I don’t drink enough these days
don’t take the pills
don’t drink the sage
I don’t have a lot left standing
broken boredom might cause branding
I’ve got scars all up my arms
I don’t drink up no more stars

No new ground

Forget about the new girl
I’m bored of all that glitter and edge.
Tired of all the bad girls
so very tired of being told we’re free again.
I’ve never been a weak one
grew up knowing it’s been done before
no new ground to break
oh not no more
there’s been women in the places I want to go
I’m not the first or the best
oh this I know
forget about the new girl
like we’ve done to all who’ve past
let’s remember for a moment
some true first and dance
celebrate the old guard
and thank them for what’s been found
forget about the edgy girls
they’re really not profound
let’s take a second look
back into our history
and found that we’ve been there before
for much longer than you’d believe
I’ve never been a weak one
because I haven’t forgot
this isn’t new ground I’m treading
I’ve got road maps and how to starts
forget about the new girl
I’m tired of glitter and edge
let’s go back into history
and see how it was done best

So sweet

Everybody wants to be me but me
I don’t really want to exist and bleed
but everybody looking like I’m so sweet
got my own style and a warrior feel
everybody acting like I’m so cool
gotta be living like this girl would
all dressed up looking to kill
I’ve lost myself now looking for thrills
everybody wants to be me but me
thinking I’m bad but believe I’m weak
everybody wants to be the girl in black
hanging out in the bar no flats
wearing that red burning lipstick
not giving two thoughts about this new shit
everybody wants to be me but me
I want to die but they don’t see it
everybody thinking I’m the realest
but being real makes me feeling useless
everybody wants what they see
make me in to something unique
something that lives to breathe
when all I want is death so sweet.