new and old.
DEATH IS CALLING
Death is calling,
Hell awaits,
For now I sit and contemplate,
What lead to this,
The sins of others,
The sins of I,
Is there really a God,
A heaven or hell,
Or are we all under some kind of spell,
Telling us all what to do and to say,
Fuck it all I’m not going to stay,
Soon I’ll find out,
What was life truly about,
The trigger in my hand,
The barrel in my mouth,
Will I pull,
Or will I drop,
Will I die,
Or will I live in misery,
Not yet knowing of the truth,
The doubt in my mind tells me to pull,
But the fear in my heart calls me a fool,
What drove me to this ultimatum,
They are the ones I should kill,
I pull the barrel from my mouth,
I’ll show them what life is about,
I point it at the sorry fools,
Soon they’ll know my misery,
And then they will be history,
I pull the trigger and they all die,
Then I watch their mothers cry,
Now its time for me to go,
Already dammed,
If it’s real,
I return the barrel to its final place,
No room for any more disgrace,
Now its time to feel reality as I squeeze,
Death is calling,
Bang...
Never Ending Search
What's the use of trying,
to be a friend at all?
Most people will ignore the nice,
push hard until you fall.
I'm tired of being hurt again,
again, again, again, again.
Once more I crawl inside my hole,
to drink the soured cup of end.
I raise a toast to misery,
to shallowness, contempt, and lies,
I sharpen knife that stabbed so deep,
to cut those anguished jealous cries,
I take that vow of lonliness,
which frees the one's I never named.
Don't worry, I'll not dare to speak,
so no one knows just who I blamed.
It's one thing saying no to he,
who tries to ask for friendship's love.
But acting like a friend when,
silent whispers give a shove.
I've found is most despicable.
Making love intent to hurt,
grinding down with guilty heel,
life's shallow path worn in the dirt.
I weep at this rejection's feel,
No longer wanting here and now.
So with that take a final lasting bow.
Curtain closes lifelong stage with no encore.
To those who poked their sticks,
I'm always never, not, no more.
Yet all will dream, my jagged screams.
wake up in sweat of ghastly things,
with nightmares caused by slamming final door.
This dark side lives forever,
tear stained memories of never,
filled with coinship, pulled the lever,
for the slot to give till sore.
Those haunting cries of lonliness,
will echo in their empty hearts,
they'll see my boat depart for distant shore.
In quest of love's lost treasure,
buried down inside the core.
wading out the shallows for the deep,
I gently drift me off to sleep.
JERKED AWAKE,
I rise to start the search once more.
Fly
Dot on the screen,
Pest of life,
Maker of maggots,
An insect for life to smite,
The fly on the wall,
My only friend,
Similar in how our lives are spent,
Misunderstood,
The dirty fly,
Smash and die,
Smash and die,
The difference between the insect and I,
If you smite my cheek then you will die,
Misunderstood,
Hated by all,
If you smite me you will fall.
Mask vs. Self
Why is your mask blocking my view?
Seething emotions waiting to spew.
Stress contained, won’t release
Inner truth could give you peace.
So raise the sign to eyes height
Truth itself is blind delight
Violators shot on site
Powerless to ignorance’s might
Society distorts and manipulates
The way we deal with mental states
For each not all we must recognize
The individual genocide
So hug yourself
And say goodbye
Your Soul, yourself
Will be denied
THE BLEEDING HOOK
The noose hangs from the bloody hook,
As the lamp burns by the open book,
The note stained in blood,
From a killers hands,
It tells why they no longer stand,
The gore on the streets,
The blood on your hands,
Time to swing instead of stand,
As you climb upon the chair,
Their bloody bodies lie,
Where the people stare,
The families cry,
Cover their children’s eyes,
As they morn for the meaningless loss of lives,
The blood from the hook drips down on your head,
As if it were a victim of your massacre,
Now dead,
As you prepare to swing from the rope,
Hanging from your now bleeding weapon of choice,
You contemplate the lives you took,
Never morning,
You hang from the bleeding hook,
As it bleeds upon your head,
You are now finally dead,
The lamp buns out,
As if it were your sole,
You swing from the rope like the hook did in your hand,
Never again will they stand,
As you swing from the hook its last drops falling to your head,
They’re all dead,
Blood from a nothing,
Dripping to the final corpse,
Dead.
Lost Rose in a Sea of Flies
Drifting now,
The petals fall,
Forever lost,
The wind carries all,
Through Gods plague,
The sea of flies,
Watch it die,
Let the dead thing die,
Torn apart across the sea,
The petals fall and die slowly,
Dried up,
Dead,
Across the ground,
A black rose forever lost,
Stem of thorns,
No hope for help,
It dries and dies,
Alone in hell.
Death is calling,
Hell awaits,
For now I sit and contemplate,
What lead to this,
The sins of others,
The sins of I,
Is there really a God,
A heaven or hell,
Or are we all under some kind of spell,
Telling us all what to do and to say,
Fuck it all I’m not going to stay,
Soon I’ll find out,
What was life truly about,
The trigger in my hand,
The barrel in my mouth,
Will I pull,
Or will I drop,
Will I die,
Or will I live in misery,
Not yet knowing of the truth,
The doubt in my mind tells me to pull,
But the fear in my heart calls me a fool,
What drove me to this ultimatum,
They are the ones I should kill,
I pull the barrel from my mouth,
I’ll show them what life is about,
I point it at the sorry fools,
Soon they’ll know my misery,
And then they will be history,
I pull the trigger and they all die,
Then I watch their mothers cry,
Now its time for me to go,
Already dammed,
If it’s real,
I return the barrel to its final place,
No room for any more disgrace,
Now its time to feel reality as I squeeze,
Death is calling,
Bang...
Never Ending Search
What's the use of trying,
to be a friend at all?
Most people will ignore the nice,
push hard until you fall.
I'm tired of being hurt again,
again, again, again, again.
Once more I crawl inside my hole,
to drink the soured cup of end.
I raise a toast to misery,
to shallowness, contempt, and lies,
I sharpen knife that stabbed so deep,
to cut those anguished jealous cries,
I take that vow of lonliness,
which frees the one's I never named.
Don't worry, I'll not dare to speak,
so no one knows just who I blamed.
It's one thing saying no to he,
who tries to ask for friendship's love.
But acting like a friend when,
silent whispers give a shove.
I've found is most despicable.
Making love intent to hurt,
grinding down with guilty heel,
life's shallow path worn in the dirt.
I weep at this rejection's feel,
No longer wanting here and now.
So with that take a final lasting bow.
Curtain closes lifelong stage with no encore.
To those who poked their sticks,
I'm always never, not, no more.
Yet all will dream, my jagged screams.
wake up in sweat of ghastly things,
with nightmares caused by slamming final door.
This dark side lives forever,
tear stained memories of never,
filled with coinship, pulled the lever,
for the slot to give till sore.
Those haunting cries of lonliness,
will echo in their empty hearts,
they'll see my boat depart for distant shore.
In quest of love's lost treasure,
buried down inside the core.
wading out the shallows for the deep,
I gently drift me off to sleep.
JERKED AWAKE,
I rise to start the search once more.
Fly
Dot on the screen,
Pest of life,
Maker of maggots,
An insect for life to smite,
The fly on the wall,
My only friend,
Similar in how our lives are spent,
Misunderstood,
The dirty fly,
Smash and die,
Smash and die,
The difference between the insect and I,
If you smite my cheek then you will die,
Misunderstood,
Hated by all,
If you smite me you will fall.
Mask vs. Self
Why is your mask blocking my view?
Seething emotions waiting to spew.
Stress contained, won’t release
Inner truth could give you peace.
So raise the sign to eyes height
Truth itself is blind delight
Violators shot on site
Powerless to ignorance’s might
Society distorts and manipulates
The way we deal with mental states
For each not all we must recognize
The individual genocide
So hug yourself
And say goodbye
Your Soul, yourself
Will be denied
THE BLEEDING HOOK
The noose hangs from the bloody hook,
As the lamp burns by the open book,
The note stained in blood,
From a killers hands,
It tells why they no longer stand,
The gore on the streets,
The blood on your hands,
Time to swing instead of stand,
As you climb upon the chair,
Their bloody bodies lie,
Where the people stare,
The families cry,
Cover their children’s eyes,
As they morn for the meaningless loss of lives,
The blood from the hook drips down on your head,
As if it were a victim of your massacre,
Now dead,
As you prepare to swing from the rope,
Hanging from your now bleeding weapon of choice,
You contemplate the lives you took,
Never morning,
You hang from the bleeding hook,
As it bleeds upon your head,
You are now finally dead,
The lamp buns out,
As if it were your sole,
You swing from the rope like the hook did in your hand,
Never again will they stand,
As you swing from the hook its last drops falling to your head,
They’re all dead,
Blood from a nothing,
Dripping to the final corpse,
Dead.
Lost Rose in a Sea of Flies
Drifting now,
The petals fall,
Forever lost,
The wind carries all,
Through Gods plague,
The sea of flies,
Watch it die,
Let the dead thing die,
Torn apart across the sea,
The petals fall and die slowly,
Dried up,
Dead,
Across the ground,
A black rose forever lost,
Stem of thorns,
No hope for help,
It dries and dies,
Alone in hell.