GhostMachine
11/15/07, 03:50 PM
Socially inept,
finding the virtues of the dead,
hiding behind the panic of the tortured,
slowly opening the soul to sea,
the salty winds breathe into wounds,
the pain hardened screams loom,
in the tunnels below the moon.
Hopelessly addicted to the nightmares,
serial minded affairs,
murder in his name and behind his eyes,
he slowly trips toward the dark strip,
tortured by a father with no love,
beaten by a woman he called mother,
the tainted milk of a heroin fiend,
left him crippled and weak,
so in a fit of rage and deceit,
he got up and fled the deadly scene.
Left for dead on the city streets,
eventually found brought back from the brink of twilight,
he was made to be stronger than before,
though his mind still cracked and absorbed the psychotic dreams,
and in his caretaker's sleep,
he tore her heart from beating chest,
and watched as the blood did escape with a wild intent,
thus began his lust for murder,
and every step he took was another towards his victim's heart.
And in the heat of the moment he would see his father's eyes,
his mother's voice echoed with no reason,
and as he slowly fell to sleep,
another side of his warped frangible mind slowly opened up,
and in the rage a body was twisted and displayed across the walls and the ceiling,
while he sat in a corner crying for freedom.
Staring out into the open space,
his eyes close to displace,
the make shift family that he sees,
the hallucinations slowly overwhelming his stability,
and in the collapse of all sanity,
he falls to the earth,
and finds freedom in the ending of the sounds.
"No tears shed for monsters,
no salutes for the heroes that survived battlegrounds at home,
no medals for the children wounded by alcholic parents,
no love for those that lost everything because they weren't wanted"
finding the virtues of the dead,
hiding behind the panic of the tortured,
slowly opening the soul to sea,
the salty winds breathe into wounds,
the pain hardened screams loom,
in the tunnels below the moon.
Hopelessly addicted to the nightmares,
serial minded affairs,
murder in his name and behind his eyes,
he slowly trips toward the dark strip,
tortured by a father with no love,
beaten by a woman he called mother,
the tainted milk of a heroin fiend,
left him crippled and weak,
so in a fit of rage and deceit,
he got up and fled the deadly scene.
Left for dead on the city streets,
eventually found brought back from the brink of twilight,
he was made to be stronger than before,
though his mind still cracked and absorbed the psychotic dreams,
and in his caretaker's sleep,
he tore her heart from beating chest,
and watched as the blood did escape with a wild intent,
thus began his lust for murder,
and every step he took was another towards his victim's heart.
And in the heat of the moment he would see his father's eyes,
his mother's voice echoed with no reason,
and as he slowly fell to sleep,
another side of his warped frangible mind slowly opened up,
and in the rage a body was twisted and displayed across the walls and the ceiling,
while he sat in a corner crying for freedom.
Staring out into the open space,
his eyes close to displace,
the make shift family that he sees,
the hallucinations slowly overwhelming his stability,
and in the collapse of all sanity,
he falls to the earth,
and finds freedom in the ending of the sounds.
"No tears shed for monsters,
no salutes for the heroes that survived battlegrounds at home,
no medals for the children wounded by alcholic parents,
no love for those that lost everything because they weren't wanted"