Fall

Rendering the pictures
Old frame of mind
Focus falling fast away
And I let go

I feel the air beneath my feet
I'm falling fast through all of this
And the blurring fast determination
Of everything that is

Close your eyes

In all the gaze
I'm all alone and falling back on hope
And clutch my hand
And make this all go numb

Arms towards the sun
Pictures falling down
Drifting far behind

Close your eyes
I'll close my eyes

A Game of Chess

There are someone else's memories.
You are an angel,
I am the Fisher King.
I'm getting bored,
I'm growing old.
Have I lived my life?
Will we play another game of chess?
Is this really happening?
Is it really happening?
I think I've done this all before
But I forget.
Where did you go?

You have touched them
And you have known them all
And I am lost inside
This crumbling hospital.
Is this nothing more
Than a total lapse of reason?
Is there something more
Than the words that I have read?
Something missing
Between the shadow and the act.
Something missing
Between the body and the mind.
Is it really happening?
Is this really happening?
I think I was a child once
But I forget.
Where did you go?

The Surgeon

Underneath my skin
What is this, your heartbeat?
Spying on my organs
Who hung you from the ceiling?
You wear your flesh like a smile
And you’re tearing through my membranes
To crawl through every hole
In spite of all my prayers.

Cut it all away
Tear us both to pieces
My anesthetic angel,
My uninvited surgeon.

Cut carefully now
It’s a delicate operation
And we keep growing into each other
As I struggle to snip us apart
And I have wrapped my nerves around you
And you have cut away my lungs
And I’m so desperately decayed
But you're so delicately strong.

And I forsake our mutual surgery
But we're still joined at the fingers
And you won’t sever the muscles between us
It's time I bleed myself of you.

Underneath my skin
The terror of your heartbeat
You move amongst my organs
I am your supplicant, kneeling
The syringes in your smile
The incisions in your hands
But the stitches are not holding
I will bleed myself of you…

Behind the Eye

This is loaded
This is what you made it
Are you staisfied?
Is this how you saw this ending?

This pattern of identity
To find a place to let go of this
Miscommunication stirs
Descending to the process
Of systematic breakdown
Dying in the daylight hours
Gasping to try and
Take something in

You can't take this back
Did i get as far as hating you?
Do we have to play this out again?

Am i bold enough to finish this?
Will it go all the way this time?
Nail it down
Leave the hole where you said.

In Hands

sit in silence
wait for something to
come and save you from your

self destruct this
drowning monument
breathe your insecurities

Surrounding you
It's drowning you
It's breaking you
It buries you

Entropy

Entrails collected like souvenirs...a girl and a subway...I am bored again
A ruined heart as an apology and a calm subconscious surplus of food...

Searching her body for order, he let heat pass between them...this was his alphabet...
An imperceptible sigh...the power lines stood out against the sky...

We will be typewriters...we will build this vision of concrete...
We will be typewriters...we will build this vision of concrete...

A sheep in wolf's clothes, he stood and watched the trainwreck parade...
I will play the vulture, I will choreograph the moth dance...I will save you from a slow heat death...

I will eat your borders...decode your disorder.
And I will cure your infection...there's hope in extinction.
And I want you to know the truth...there's nothing like killing you.
And I want you to know the truth...there's nothing like killing you.