The words spoken, the tidings you portray Have been an illusion, you are a disgrace Of the life you showed you live And of everybody who has taken what you give How much the pleasure has been for you And they derive it of you, and you too do But some day the winds shall blow clear And the face of your falsehood shall be painted Across the eyes of many a men And then you shall ask, was it really a sin You shall be answered, but not in haste For you have lived life , a waste laid waste, and spoken the same And then you shall find remorse ever again
so as to often breathe, feel the air warming up as it leaves my body mind and soul combine stands as a body that breathes and then it shall stop, and be still, very still they may look at it, wonder why it no longer moves and then play with the corpse, consume it make it one with the dirt beneath my feet ashes to ashes , dust to dust
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The statement seems correct often than most. Everything kills. Thoughts kill, Memories kill, Love kills and the best is that life kills. I sometimes wonder if it is my aching for writing that makes me blabber at times. But the truth may reign supreme that we will always find something that may kill us and we will indulge. Wont we dear grasshopper.
You called unto me, from my dark slumber i awoke I found myself in your company maybe just in your words, and in mine as I wrote I was happy then, though i was happy before Happy as I could feel the need to express Like having stepped out of a comatose condition I could feel the warmth of your breath in my soul I became a boat, set it aloft beside you tagged along, while you rowed I let you lead me to the midst of the sea the day later you were gone, you drifted away lost forever at sea, and i was all alone
Set adrift, no oar neither the sails calls out to me the water below, calls me again asks if i can be one with it now like a beautiful advertisement it encompasses me I look across the horizon, my company has long gone so there is nothing i can long for no more shall the seagulls seem pretty no more shall the orange make sense to me The sand shall cover me, and make me cozy, wrap me up and there i shall sleep, never to be awakened never to be awakened again, like I was before you woke me up the last time
The world doesn't bother me, nor does it make me happy anymore sometimes I question and often quote to myself the following from Pearl Jam.
The eyes below are of Nautica Thorn ------------------------------------------------------------- 'The direction of the eye so misleading, The reflection of the soul so nauseously quick, I don't question our existence I just question our modern needs'
If you look so into me you will know,so don't Those vile pleasures are not what I don't crave just as human as I am as you are but I steer away from the wants of the flesh they lead me to unworthy desires and craving uncalled for, unwanted, unwarranted and unfathomable so let me walk amongst the woods at peace this soul that has dissected itself from the body
it's only pain that often portrays the meaning of life often its your own, some that affect others these feelings I do not treasure, nor do I care for anymore my soul now is no more in a wanting denial, the soul needs no one now as much as it never had wanted There are those moments I claim to fame there are those that embarrass me even to date I just wait that someday I slip into a coma and forget those as well
And if the dam breaks open many years too soon
And if there is no room upon the hill
And if your head explodes with dark forebodings too
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon.
The lunatic is in my head.
The lunatic is in my head
You raise the blade, you make the change
You re-arrange me 'til I'm sane.
You lock the door
And throw away the key
There's someone in my head but it's not me.
And if the cloud bursts, thunder in your ear
You shout and no one seems to hear.
And if the band you're in starts playing different tunes
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon.
