Simple day

Within this sleeping hollow shell
Grows only a creeping sorrow
Of each new tomorrow
Here in this waking hell

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Laundry

I’ve got the karma

But it didn’t come free

The price of being me

Is high on drama

And low on life

 

There’s no black or white

No wrong or right

Only gray

Only surviving the day

 

To face the night again

To dwell in the shallow hollow hell

Of a world broken

By the truths I preach

With the epiphanies I teach

 

Empathy and apathy collide

On the eclectic slide

Of my thoughts and actions

Become only ice age fractions

In the history of the mystery

That defines my tragedy

 

In the next wave of digital holocausts

Of stories lost

That hit with super sonic booms

In 4k visuals with the thx hitting

For all the bloody words I’m spitting

As beating continues to the bass

Of every heart beat feels like doom

 

And I go my way to part the lips

In the current apocalypse

That I created

As if fated

A solider in the war

And left wanting more

 

Than the self destruction

I am the master of its construction

A constructicon in my deception

Seeking absolution

And finding only salvation bitter with the taste of damnation

And righteous temptation

Only Angels

Warm flesh wraps
As cold sweat drips
Cold hearts mend
As feelings pretend
Nothing grows
Where the light shows

Only the demons know empathy
For angels only know glory
As they live the story
Unaware of the apathy
For a life with no apologies
Committed to their ideologies

Unable to see the forest for the trees
Trapped in heat without knowing the fire
They sing of the choir
As bodies hit the pyre
While the demons weep
And scream in their sleep

For a peace that will not come
Until their work is done

Crossing the River

Loud music

A cold bottle

Warm liquid

Becomes the norm

Awaiting the death rattle

Of a life that became toxic

 

Can’t find a vein

No blood left to drain

The needle breaks the skin

The hole begins to mend

 

Life fades away

Only the scar will stay

Another hit

Another line

Everything will be fine

So sick off it

 

Yet back for more

Always there

Always with a warm care

A haunting ghost

Davey Jones locker

Hurt locker

It’s what I call home the most

The digital street corner where I became a whore

 

Google earthing my way to hell

With no soul to sell

For the fix

That leaves too quick

And leaves my heart sick

As I cross the river Styx

 

 

 

Story Ends

Angels in my rear view
If only I knew
Where the highway goes
Better off dead
Than alive
Yet still I survive
Refusing the stairway
As I glide into milky way
A starry eyed surprise
An extinction level event in disguise
Looking to touch down

The things I regret
You will never forgive
And I will never forget
Yet I will go on to live
In the hell of the choice
That I made with my voice
Made with the words said
From a soul that is dead
And heart that was cold
As ice flowed from eyes
And broke upon the ground

You deserved better
And I was neither
And in that moment I knew
What I must do
I knew the road to nowhere
Was mine and mine alone
And my story would end
Where it began in the darkness

Learning to Fly

How does one fly?

When you can’t escape the gravity of reality.

I go crazy with the words inside.

Yet can’t loose them from the lips.

For the tongue trips

And I see the shadows in which to hide

Finding comfort in the beautiful lie

 

There is no abyss

No darkness

No light

Nor paradise to miss

Only the space in which I exist

And I will always persist

To dwell inside my own hell

Until I breakdown as I crack up

To sound of the silent scream

Given form from the silent dream

 

That comes with sleep

And allows me to finally weep

For all things lost

For you and for me

For all that was meant to be

Yet never was

The myth of the happy ending

Is simply the beginning