| My Poetry 3 |
| Ghost are dancing in the street Silently placing their nimble feet Roses bloom and then they die The sun comes up then goes away Promises of destiny are dead Whispering voices of hollow heads Those who cowardly withdraw from life Away from misery and harm Allready given in to fabrications fatal charm The things I touch seem to decay The light in me just fades away Lullaby's disturbed by tiny hope burned into my brain Maybe theres another world, one without the rain So lonely here, inside of me self destruction brings me to my knees Fate now decides for me, it brought me here to this place Here im but another statistic for the human race The wind will blow and still The leaves will fall, and turn to dust Dreams are sand that fall through my grasp. S - 19 |
| As I await my day of rest Hell prepares to consume my flesh The world burns all around of me I feel like im the only one who sees Slowly dieing like the summer breeze My body will rot into compost No one knows, but my soul is allready lost S - 20 |
| Many people live like a walking corpse Nothing behind their empty eyes Surrounding all they own with lies The damned allready walk this earth They shall not repent, They have no remorse When they die, no one shall cry All they'll see A burning sky. S - 21 |
| The Banshee calls my name Leads me far from this darkened room Many regrets add weight to my lifting soul I see a candel in the dark I feel a cold breeze in the air Rejected by life They tell me to close my eyes Pray for forgiveness Forgiveness, for what? Humanity? But now I am lost in time Ascending to the clouds Nt going to heaven not going to hell going home To embrace my tragic beauty that to everyone else was just another wasted life S - 24 |
| Eat no horses for the yellow planet we all are from the golf ball and the queens head. no shit paper dress Dont notice the ears, I have none Where are my keys? Wild regression, raw. Iron Holes for now. Sure I know for Sure enough I have no legs Nun! 10pm Eat all of them. All of them, Allof them. Copper sun fried.....the piglets. They call me Mr Baggabon I still have no ears They all know The sheep know I know Shes a slut Shes at nursery The drugs speak to her they call her Bob a ding Who are you? No, who are YOU? YOU? do you eat a wide variety of cheese? This is not real A big house inside my head Where we live The rain is bad Its cold, Its wet It has no ears I still have no ears S -25 |