Trees... trees... trees...
Ode to Denial: burial
How could I have done it?
I could not have done it- I was not there.
It could not have been me.
Cause I am not even here.
Whether or not there was a time,
or a place,
No one bothered to make room for me.
Whether or not I buried myself alive.
You will never know for sure.
I could not have possibly been there- were you?
I have thought it through.
Slum Lord or The Absentee Landlord
She mistook laughter for devious intentions,
especially if he looked her in the eyes while doing it.
Death metal lurched in the background, somewhere.
As she slowly lay her head upon a lumpy pillow- and cried her fucking eyes out.
How romantic!
Isn't it all so romantic?
Sorrowful; Grief-stricken skies...
made of rain, made of bullets, and clouds the color of a corpse.
These days she was dead,
But could have sworn she had never felt more alive.
Welcome to the: Machine; Ignorance; Experience
Curiousity has changed me.
Destiny, in the meantime has evolved into quite the terrorist.
Somehow, I survive.
As if seeing what occurs tomorrow is as imperative as remembering yesterday.
I have been awakened- the enlightenment of a butterfly.
I realize now that I am devoid of both beauty and flight.
Yet, enveloped still in a warm layer of perserverence.
I grow into my skin.
Steely Resolve: Chainmail
Biting myself down to the quick again.
Wheeldling at my wooden frame,
Drawing deep breathes
Filled with nicoteen.
Bursting at the seems, blowing out blackened smoke.
Doing all I can; However, in reality...
I doing nothing at all. Ha!
Missing that stupid ache.
Remembering old sensations.
Welcoming familiar feelings.
Growing a little wiser each day.
Working on numbing the fact.
But it is all alright; it is all okay.
I will make something of myself someday.
Biting wind slapping me in the face.
Waking this blood; Forcing to stir in me something
Much more delectable. Lustful.
Forging to my flesh one hell of a layer of armor.
Armor.
How could I have done it?
I could not have done it- I was not there.
It could not have been me.
Cause I am not even here.
Whether or not there was a time,
or a place,
No one bothered to make room for me.
Whether or not I buried myself alive.
You will never know for sure.
I could not have possibly been there- were you?
I have thought it through.
Slum Lord or The Absentee Landlord
She mistook laughter for devious intentions,
especially if he looked her in the eyes while doing it.
Death metal lurched in the background, somewhere.
As she slowly lay her head upon a lumpy pillow- and cried her fucking eyes out.
How romantic!
Isn't it all so romantic?
Sorrowful; Grief-stricken skies...
made of rain, made of bullets, and clouds the color of a corpse.
These days she was dead,
But could have sworn she had never felt more alive.
Welcome to the: Machine; Ignorance; Experience
Curiousity has changed me.
Destiny, in the meantime has evolved into quite the terrorist.
Somehow, I survive.
As if seeing what occurs tomorrow is as imperative as remembering yesterday.
I have been awakened- the enlightenment of a butterfly.
I realize now that I am devoid of both beauty and flight.
Yet, enveloped still in a warm layer of perserverence.
I grow into my skin.
Steely Resolve: Chainmail
Biting myself down to the quick again.
Wheeldling at my wooden frame,
Drawing deep breathes
Filled with nicoteen.
Bursting at the seems, blowing out blackened smoke.
Doing all I can; However, in reality...
I doing nothing at all. Ha!
Missing that stupid ache.
Remembering old sensations.
Welcoming familiar feelings.
Growing a little wiser each day.
Working on numbing the fact.
But it is all alright; it is all okay.
I will make something of myself someday.
Biting wind slapping me in the face.
Waking this blood; Forcing to stir in me something
Much more delectable. Lustful.
Forging to my flesh one hell of a layer of armor.
Armor.