Stuck Sea Side.
my eyes, my eyes
like butterflies.
growing older
with molding lies.
when the black sun rises in the east, murder is on the horizon and hate is marching steady. surrounded by locks of gold turned sour, and skin, covered with a knack for making injustice suit, black feathers fly due south to neverland. batallions of misguided criminals walk, their shadows touching shadows fleeting in the sky, and their goal is constant and their demise, only necessary because they've marked their land as it stands. masked typewritters follow their journey through words of question without possible explanation and the clouds are thunderous with such a plight. a magnetized hell moves beneath them and paradise mirrors the motions until they've reached nightfall and day break where the sun rises with streaks of gold to erase spilled blood. doves catch strewn limbs before they hit the ground and through chaotic destruction mess hall no. 1, progress is finally found when hate sees itself for what it is. the checks cancel out the balances, milestones are overturned in search of something more, something broken, something burned. the starting point will never determine the end. for everyone you know will someday vanish in the end.
i've been crawling on two feet, sleeping on a lie. failure has a face that I recognize from time to time.
let's set our hearts to self-destruct, count the seconds till we die.
you could have it all, my empire of dirt.
but i will let you down and i will make you hurt.
random late night musings. we leave for tour on tuesday hopefully it should be a good time. there are some things that i hope will fall into place and happen in the next few months, and some of these musings are a reflection of those hopes as well as a reflection of the past too. maybe you'll pick up on some of it, maybe not. although some of it sounds very somber it isn't so much so. anyways, i'm rambling but i'm gonna try and start updating this thing more, we'll see how that goes.
like butterflies.
growing older
with molding lies.
when the black sun rises in the east, murder is on the horizon and hate is marching steady. surrounded by locks of gold turned sour, and skin, covered with a knack for making injustice suit, black feathers fly due south to neverland. batallions of misguided criminals walk, their shadows touching shadows fleeting in the sky, and their goal is constant and their demise, only necessary because they've marked their land as it stands. masked typewritters follow their journey through words of question without possible explanation and the clouds are thunderous with such a plight. a magnetized hell moves beneath them and paradise mirrors the motions until they've reached nightfall and day break where the sun rises with streaks of gold to erase spilled blood. doves catch strewn limbs before they hit the ground and through chaotic destruction mess hall no. 1, progress is finally found when hate sees itself for what it is. the checks cancel out the balances, milestones are overturned in search of something more, something broken, something burned. the starting point will never determine the end. for everyone you know will someday vanish in the end.
i've been crawling on two feet, sleeping on a lie. failure has a face that I recognize from time to time.
let's set our hearts to self-destruct, count the seconds till we die.
you could have it all, my empire of dirt.
but i will let you down and i will make you hurt.
random late night musings. we leave for tour on tuesday hopefully it should be a good time. there are some things that i hope will fall into place and happen in the next few months, and some of these musings are a reflection of those hopes as well as a reflection of the past too. maybe you'll pick up on some of it, maybe not. although some of it sounds very somber it isn't so much so. anyways, i'm rambling but i'm gonna try and start updating this thing more, we'll see how that goes.