.Gore.N.Roll.
02/24/06, 09:36 AM
Reflections of Denial
Maybe if i just fall through
I could shatter what's buried me
and bind my heart in the box
annihilated for this deception
denial never tasted this sweet
as i struggle to swallow
I've never truly seen the light
for this my bitter memory
Blood in the water to my right
To the left sits another heartache
If I could find a reason to let my burden fade
I'd lay these pieces to rest
scatter the ashes of another day
Though it seems this cycle's endless
I wont be seduced by surrender
How can you truly recognize
and come to grips with what you see
inside your eyes this new reflection
never has been me
believe the pain that i induced
never was mistaken for the weeds
that choked the breath out of your roses
and breathed new life in me
-12.20.05
Apple Pie
Here is the brutal morality in which we live.
A chokehold growing tighter by the dollar.
With a bend and a snap our heads will fall to our shoulders,
Unless this parasitic embrace ceases to be.
This tunnel vision was aquired from a constant
Viewing of screens shouting, showing, teaching and
Preaching what they want you to beleive.
Buy another car, Hate another people,
Sever the ties you had and take these upon yourself.
This is the new you.
Pick up a weapon and show us your devotion
For king, for country,
For big brother, baseball, and apple pie.
-2.12.06
For that Very Special One
I see you searching for something, anything to grip until you pass
from this world like you should have nearly decades ago.
Herein lies the problem: Your heart is still beating steadily.
If only I could reach in and tear out
whatever makes your red clock tick.
This would be the part where you stop breathing.
You've been functioning for far too long
and on your eulogy it should read that
you were a waste of every second you took from the world.
Throughout history there has never been a hate so deep
nor so righteous and divine.
And though the war is over and the casualties are buried
it still seems like the frontline in my head.
For when the memories start to flow
from my head like the waterworks of that evening
it's blantantly obvious that I should have been
more perceptive. But how was I to guess the betrayal was
right in front of me?
Everything happened for a reason,
this time it was you. Look what you've done.
I'm sickened and disgusted
from the ways that I trusted in whatever there was before
the stains, and the screams, I see and hear inside
my dreams of you.
I just hope you have sleep terrors of your own.
I bent and twisted and molded my body into shapes unknown.
I screamed and pounded the walls and the ground until my fists turned red.
You gave me the tools that I used to crucify myself, and you
You are not the muse I wanted and yet now here you are
still cutting and severing most of what I strived years to achieve.
I see you smiling through the telephone lines. Congratulations,
you've won for a while.
-2.12.06
Maybe if i just fall through
I could shatter what's buried me
and bind my heart in the box
annihilated for this deception
denial never tasted this sweet
as i struggle to swallow
I've never truly seen the light
for this my bitter memory
Blood in the water to my right
To the left sits another heartache
If I could find a reason to let my burden fade
I'd lay these pieces to rest
scatter the ashes of another day
Though it seems this cycle's endless
I wont be seduced by surrender
How can you truly recognize
and come to grips with what you see
inside your eyes this new reflection
never has been me
believe the pain that i induced
never was mistaken for the weeds
that choked the breath out of your roses
and breathed new life in me
-12.20.05
Apple Pie
Here is the brutal morality in which we live.
A chokehold growing tighter by the dollar.
With a bend and a snap our heads will fall to our shoulders,
Unless this parasitic embrace ceases to be.
This tunnel vision was aquired from a constant
Viewing of screens shouting, showing, teaching and
Preaching what they want you to beleive.
Buy another car, Hate another people,
Sever the ties you had and take these upon yourself.
This is the new you.
Pick up a weapon and show us your devotion
For king, for country,
For big brother, baseball, and apple pie.
-2.12.06
For that Very Special One
I see you searching for something, anything to grip until you pass
from this world like you should have nearly decades ago.
Herein lies the problem: Your heart is still beating steadily.
If only I could reach in and tear out
whatever makes your red clock tick.
This would be the part where you stop breathing.
You've been functioning for far too long
and on your eulogy it should read that
you were a waste of every second you took from the world.
Throughout history there has never been a hate so deep
nor so righteous and divine.
And though the war is over and the casualties are buried
it still seems like the frontline in my head.
For when the memories start to flow
from my head like the waterworks of that evening
it's blantantly obvious that I should have been
more perceptive. But how was I to guess the betrayal was
right in front of me?
Everything happened for a reason,
this time it was you. Look what you've done.
I'm sickened and disgusted
from the ways that I trusted in whatever there was before
the stains, and the screams, I see and hear inside
my dreams of you.
I just hope you have sleep terrors of your own.
I bent and twisted and molded my body into shapes unknown.
I screamed and pounded the walls and the ground until my fists turned red.
You gave me the tools that I used to crucify myself, and you
You are not the muse I wanted and yet now here you are
still cutting and severing most of what I strived years to achieve.
I see you smiling through the telephone lines. Congratulations,
you've won for a while.
-2.12.06