Thursday, June 14, 2012

Hell over Heaven

you took me to your 
place called heaven

i was given my wings 
and precious things

this bright new land you showed my
there i always longed to be

but later on 
suddenly you were gone

no where to be found
I was put back on the ground

no more clouds to sail through
and skys no longer blue

furiously my world had changed 
over flowing now with rage

so now i drown in your pitiful sorrow
not knowing if ill see tomorrow

 i gave you a chance
and made you choose
not even thinking i could loose

but in the end i lost
and my whole world, it did cost

so please now just let me go
down below

 because any hell 
is better than you heaven.


The Blue Eyes of Lies

Through your lies I swayed
in your eyes they layed

the blue that blocked
and locked those secrets in

but by the time the facade was gone 
a brand new life id already drawn

ive made myself my own guide
and in my mind you dont lie inside

but with this power
i fear
i wont devour, but instead cower

this new found blessing
im not sure im ready to be processing

but in my hands it is mine
for it in my heart is cant define
the feeling i get
from this freedom i just met

i see it from my fresh eyes
no longer this earth is in disguise

so now i leave your lies
no more ties
to your tormenting eyes

instead i love what i decide
and do as i am satisfied


Till Death I Shall Starve

I hunger for you
untill the day is through

even then the sunset
could never seem so long
but its worth the wait
for your gracefull song

RIP 11.2.11

sweet, selfless tears.
silence real and undefined
i take witness in stone, as stone
of the realness in everyone that looks away.
over taken with pain
shocked by it,
it wasn't real till the seal was official
the last light let upon the skin, the life,
and still i just sit, a pair of eyes,
and a couple of thoughts.
to ponder on what should and shouldn't be happening
shouldn't is what i've taken witness
people they are here as simply comforts.
affected by their loved ones lose.
seeing only the hurt they must be feeling
not what they are.
mingling, occasional laughter.
what could possibly be that humorus.
simple. shouldn't be. isn't.

should is how im being driven
the tears stone duth not bear,
but lifeless qualities i carry,
burdens i do withstand
but this, i do not compromise
i see but black and grey
my heart fills my head
my tears, my pulse is my metronome
only thoughts that named,
had gotten his still beating
metronome broken, silenced
to soon.

so we all sit here and think
of how to comfort us.
when we found this only comparable thought to their dismay
laying in a box
to be that they must be contained
in a better place
bitter. selfish. thoughts.

for Christopher Turner's grandfather
may he always rest. in .peace.

bless him