|12-17-2007, 12:13 AM||#1 (permalink)|
Join Date: Mar 2005
The Death of The Thief
Trying new things, tell me what you think.
That’s what it must have been:
Not heard- I was but a shadow- merely discerned.
For the host to peek through the blinds; concerned
At exactly the right time
What hatred to the world had he learned?
But of course I was the pantomime.
For the entire span of my life:
I’ve been the filth no one’s taken seriously; the grime.
Why the hell would he not grab his knife?
And force this sad realization of mimicry out of my head?
Beware: there’s a killer- To Fife, to Fife!
I was a notable man in my stead.
I will- would have- assured you of that, noble guard.
I am lying down now, burdened with your lead.
To imagine what isn’t come into being
For reality is no bard
And regardless of seeing
Sweet poetry, life supports no true justice- for
The scales are always tipped in this world – and now, here for my being.
Is my cruel heart, so I will dare cry out: “Wherefore art thou?”
But no response, and my utterance dies; it does not soar.
Does timeliness allow?
Balance and order- no- morality is surely a fool’s game.
But still, how? Somehow-
This is negligible.
I’m dying of a shotgun wound in this biting December snow
Because I couldn’t live to see my children eating ketchup packets five nights in a row-
Sad, and ironic-
“Fuck you, Jesus.”
A mi no me importa nada
Para mi la vida es un sueño
|12-17-2007, 07:49 AM||#4 (permalink)|
Join Date: Nov 2007
Location: Somewhere in the U.S
this is really good.. id love to see how your going to fit it into a song. if you ever make a recording please post it :P
A soul in tension thats learning to fly
Condition grounded but determined to try
Cant keep my eyes from the circling skies
Tongue-tied and twisted just an earth-bound misfit
|12-18-2007, 04:55 PM||#6 (permalink)|
Join Date: Mar 2007