Saturday, May 27, 2006

Empty Chairs and Empty Tables

lines on my face
that your hands drew
before you left to find the happiness
that i couldn't sing

and they said
they said again and again
that darkness will conquer
and the words will kill everything

and the story has a different ending
and we dont share anything
dirty seeds
be happy and please dont cough

words run off my mouth
into alleyways that are long deserted
no minds wabder here
pick up your emtied mind andwalk on

and the writing is sloping down
and we dont see anything
anythin thats good
go away

words and words and words
lighting up random spaces
that lie waiting to slip through
your soul and tear you apart

sister morphine, let me out of here
in the land of emptiness
to drown
drown myself in little bottles of freedom

stars are cleared from home
the sky is created
little kids live to play
with yellow green eyes

everything is banging
clanging, strumming, cryin ta ra ra ra
until i'm high on your low
leave me

jarred memories
broken colours
carry visions of life
end

i was gonna pull over for a stop
but gambled with the moonlight
slashing across bare daylight
good luck, im scared

high above
and i jumped
from there
again

come back now
in white flashlight dreams
on a soft whiskey table
in a last goodnight

repeating
empty spaces
walking through blackness
eyes of clouded moon

and stop me from rising
and giving myself away
dont be my angel
be me world



by rorschach and the peter pan.

Wednesday, May 03, 2006

friends "forever and never"

its hitting you again.
it is.
the cheap hammers banging.
the last drag.
you chuck it out of the window.
its too late to smoke.
you're dull and your eyes hurt.
i wish you would stick around.
your the last one, my last drag.
help me,
cry a bit.
i will hold you again. i promise.
later?
fine.
"the god's good in your head"
or somethin like that.
can't racall what you said.
goddammit.

the world's a half pitcher of dreams
and you cut them to get what you need.
don't be sorry.
be.
you hurt.
like hell.
and you shiver in the wind like the last leaf in a dying tree.
stop smiling now.
fuck! that smile.
silence after the gunshot.
feed off my fresh wounds...live.
i love you.
i will hurt you.