How?

I’ll tempt you like Wilde

Love you like Poe

And show you the way like Barker

Advertisements

So much…So little

Not much to say

Not much to do

That’s not true

So much to say

So much to do

Yet my tongue I bite

And I waste away the day into the night

 

I see no end in sight

Nor know the reason why

I distract myself

Another post

Another joke

Anything to escape my ghost

And the feeling of being broke

I have no tears to cry

For they fell long ago

 

And the world around would never know

The pain that resides in the heart of the heartless

Cells

Metaphysically Speaking

I do not exist

Nothing more than a failed clone

Of a second hand copy

Who’s authors plagiarist

Notes were written hasty and sloppy

For they lack the spark of life

As well as the its meaning

The most important of information

That surely would be my salvation

Instead I find my days dreaming

And my nights waking

To the thoughts of what is missing

From the inherit code of my genes

To create such a monster as I

The Mourner’s Song

Hello… Hello

Is anybody out there

Can anyone hear me?

Just nod along to the melody

Of the song I’ll sing

 

Listen to the words

And know the truth heard

In the lies I’ll preach

In my attempt to reach you

 

Let me bring you down

To where there is no sound

Float within the light

The Dead lights within my eyes

That shine so bright

 

In the dim world of reality

The soul of frailty

Breaks the fragile shell

Of a new born hell

 

I have gone to far

And been burnt among the stars

Now I exist in the only fashion left

A ghost in the machine