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Tuesday, February 9th, 2010
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Insomnia insomnia insomnia, it comes and it goes, Never stays for long but just long enough The sleepless endless nights of the madman that won't let go These thoughts floating endlessly around The static noise from a television set filtered with bees buzzing that leaves you without the right words to say A failure within words that won't To continue changing the song just looking for the one to match inside my head The screaming in the night set to the strings of beethoven Another written word about the song in my head where the readers see a blank page Can you hear it whisper back The song in my head And if everything written down is another way to remember, when does it become a way to quit I fail to see past my own faults It keeps this ship stuck aground The great worthy battleship that's never left the dock And if you believe you're worth nothing then you'll become an empty blank space with nothing to give The gun in hand The pulling of the trigger And a bullet which traces it's path through the heart And I can still feel something This is the path I will leave in my wake. You are just a victim. Which I like to play when the color suits me. And in the path that I've marked there's no one else to blame but the ghost in the mirror The haunting figure that can read my soul It's a knockout punch And this is everything fractured into pieces of glass that line a bathroom floor Move and you'll cut yourself Already bleeding It doesn't matter Thoughts in the night like fireflies come summer It never ends
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Thursday, December 31st, 2009
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I been down and out I been spit on for so long I stored my shame in my belly 'til I needed to be strong In my last guilty moment; stole a map and a truck It's pure chance that I haven't already been picked up But from here on the slate's clean I'm headin' way south Always heard the girls were pretty there, and I got to find out. Look ma, your son's a travelin' man.... I don't know what I did.. Now on I'll do all the good I can...
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Friday, August 11th, 2006
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"I call myself Hamlet because I think you're right," I said. "I waste my talent. I'm arrogant enough to believe that I could do almost anything I want, but the problem is that I don't know what I want. So I've been wandering through a bunch of crappy jobs and shallow relationships and killing time until I find something that lights a fire in me. But lately I've started to worry. I mean, what if I spend my whole life like this? What if I never find something that I really want to chase? And that's a real possibility. Because the truth is that I don't have any passions. Any compelling reason to exist."
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This great evil Where's it come from? How'd it steal into the world? What seed, what root did it grow from? Who's doing this? Who's killing us Robbing us of life and light Mocking us with the sight of what we mighta known? Does our ruin benefit the earth Does it help the grass to grow and the sun to shine? Is this darkness in you too? Have you passed through this night?
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