Listen to them all
Listen to the screams of the damned
Screaming for something to understand
Why they suffer
One sleeps without a pulse
The other wishes she could sleep like that
A schizophrenic friend she wishes to help
Knows he can plot to get away with his passion for wildfire
For he has no passion for the one he writes music for
Thinks he has more room in his closet for skeletons then the other
But shows more then the one he will never call lover
He writes music with her but never for her
He has no need for a lover
For he is in love with himself
Death and terror fill her velvet skies
Spellbound by the other soul she found on the branch of the tree of life
Afraid to bite but not so afraid anymore
After all
The other soul is right
“But how can it be that he sees
Exactly what’s wrong with me
I know he does not stalk
He does not ask
He knows
That I sit alone next to my daughter holding her and never quite realizing what I’m after
Bipolar but too afraid to admit its still there
After all, my friend has it.
It’s not fair
After hearing all her life how can I compare
Everyone I’ve been with hurts me constantly
By knowing my thoughts can he hurt me more then others who don’t
I sit alone with a razor in hand
Although I know I shouldn’t, I puff a fag
I feel bad for I know
That in my left I hold a chance for a five second death
In my right I hold life, although with it I can die
In the crib I hold a child I don’t fully understand
Rebelling, my powers are weakening it seems
Why oh why can’t this life be a dream
For all my life I have seen
The wrath of man and woman inbetween
Communal communicable living is for me
But I know it doesn’t work
When two men I recently saw scared the shit out of me
And a woman forgot I existed
How does he know my deepest desires and fears
Without even two words from his mouth
A verse from a poem stops my heart
Sets my soul on fire
Unlike all the other men and women I desire
He knows me better then I know myself
And isn’t even trying
All this personal shit just comes out
What does he use
Tarot, I’ching, Astrology or runes?
I’ve never told anyone my darkest secrets
Yet he says them to me and makes me understand them
She drew a picture of my former self
And I woke up there on the spot
Dead to the world
Dead to myself
Dead girl inside me
Yet I carry on until the night is over.
I love you
Those three words set my soul on fire
I’ve yet to hear them from someone I’d say it to back except my family
Though I often wonder who is the more mature
The girl I met before her birth
Or the girl who never smiled to anyone but two friends who would walk a thousand miles
Just to see her everytime.
I’m not Lemar’s child!
I’m just a walking bodybag
Waiting for my strings to be slit!”
To free me from this hell called life!”
Your beauty runs down on me
Like a moonlit waterfall in my fantasies
Ever dream of me?
My time is yet to come
So I’ll wait for you
I’ll be your escape
The key to the lock of the chains on your heart
My love will never stop
Remember my dear
Nothing in life can hurt you
As long as you know
You’re loved even in death
Every poem I’ve ever written
Every song I ever thought of composing
Seems to end up being to you
We are dead to the world but alive if only to die again
But I’d rather die knowing I had someone with as beautiful a soul as you by my side
Going back to the astralgraveyard
For a last carass
Screaming for something to understand
Why they suffer
One sleeps without a pulse
The other wishes she could sleep like that
A schizophrenic friend she wishes to help
Knows he can plot to get away with his passion for wildfire
For he has no passion for the one he writes music for
Thinks he has more room in his closet for skeletons then the other
But shows more then the one he will never call lover
He writes music with her but never for her
He has no need for a lover
For he is in love with himself
Death and terror fill her velvet skies
Spellbound by the other soul she found on the branch of the tree of life
Afraid to bite but not so afraid anymore
After all
The other soul is right
“But how can it be that he sees
Exactly what’s wrong with me
I know he does not stalk
He does not ask
He knows
That I sit alone next to my daughter holding her and never quite realizing what I’m after
Bipolar but too afraid to admit its still there
After all, my friend has it.
It’s not fair
After hearing all her life how can I compare
Everyone I’ve been with hurts me constantly
By knowing my thoughts can he hurt me more then others who don’t
I sit alone with a razor in hand
Although I know I shouldn’t, I puff a fag
I feel bad for I know
That in my left I hold a chance for a five second death
In my right I hold life, although with it I can die
In the crib I hold a child I don’t fully understand
Rebelling, my powers are weakening it seems
Why oh why can’t this life be a dream
For all my life I have seen
The wrath of man and woman inbetween
Communal communicable living is for me
But I know it doesn’t work
When two men I recently saw scared the shit out of me
And a woman forgot I existed
How does he know my deepest desires and fears
Without even two words from his mouth
A verse from a poem stops my heart
Sets my soul on fire
Unlike all the other men and women I desire
He knows me better then I know myself
And isn’t even trying
All this personal shit just comes out
What does he use
Tarot, I’ching, Astrology or runes?
I’ve never told anyone my darkest secrets
Yet he says them to me and makes me understand them
She drew a picture of my former self
And I woke up there on the spot
Dead to the world
Dead to myself
Dead girl inside me
Yet I carry on until the night is over.
I love you
Those three words set my soul on fire
I’ve yet to hear them from someone I’d say it to back except my family
Though I often wonder who is the more mature
The girl I met before her birth
Or the girl who never smiled to anyone but two friends who would walk a thousand miles
Just to see her everytime.
I’m not Lemar’s child!
I’m just a walking bodybag
Waiting for my strings to be slit!”
To free me from this hell called life!”
Your beauty runs down on me
Like a moonlit waterfall in my fantasies
Ever dream of me?
My time is yet to come
So I’ll wait for you
I’ll be your escape
The key to the lock of the chains on your heart
My love will never stop
Remember my dear
Nothing in life can hurt you
As long as you know
You’re loved even in death
Every poem I’ve ever written
Every song I ever thought of composing
Seems to end up being to you
We are dead to the world but alive if only to die again
But I’d rather die knowing I had someone with as beautiful a soul as you by my side
Going back to the astralgraveyard
For a last carass