Idlewarrior
09/13/08, 01:37 PM
In no time birthed as a commoners' lad
Across the land, spread like germs, like herd
Our value being weighed by weight or strength,
and finally to self evaluate... an image unearthed
I approached your body with sword
Tasting you with nose, eyes, and mind
Closed behind the morning, you redefined
What my time was worth, as I found out
My former ghost seemed to think I can do better
But I'd rather worse
You're the tallest glass of poison gas
Once filled a room of my friends, who died
Becoming aristocrats, who'd never go back
To the task of looking at another woman
Dressed in black, shining like volcanic slime
I'd drink you down to end up finding out
I wasn't together, and now I'm glued
From inside seams to my skin
Now I'm blue on my outer shell
From falling down to the deepest of beginning
Remained all night, not mine, but glorified
On your tippy-toes, you danced the crowd
Twitching one finger, the puppets laughed
And spat their love in monotone chorus like
Chants, my thoughts gathered and agreed, Hypocrite
My oral appendhage leaked and bled,
"Baby, you're a murderer! A wine of fine Red!"
A glimpse from my mind snapped the theatrical
Criminalizing evidence that I should go
Go and dissappear
Forever indited with being impractical
Forever framed as a linear portrait
Portraying silence in a space of noise
Across the land, spread like germs, like herd
Our value being weighed by weight or strength,
and finally to self evaluate... an image unearthed
I approached your body with sword
Tasting you with nose, eyes, and mind
Closed behind the morning, you redefined
What my time was worth, as I found out
My former ghost seemed to think I can do better
But I'd rather worse
You're the tallest glass of poison gas
Once filled a room of my friends, who died
Becoming aristocrats, who'd never go back
To the task of looking at another woman
Dressed in black, shining like volcanic slime
I'd drink you down to end up finding out
I wasn't together, and now I'm glued
From inside seams to my skin
Now I'm blue on my outer shell
From falling down to the deepest of beginning
Remained all night, not mine, but glorified
On your tippy-toes, you danced the crowd
Twitching one finger, the puppets laughed
And spat their love in monotone chorus like
Chants, my thoughts gathered and agreed, Hypocrite
My oral appendhage leaked and bled,
"Baby, you're a murderer! A wine of fine Red!"
A glimpse from my mind snapped the theatrical
Criminalizing evidence that I should go
Go and dissappear
Forever indited with being impractical
Forever framed as a linear portrait
Portraying silence in a space of noise