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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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