Monthly Archives: February 2009

What a mess.

Wearily, warily, arise from the stacked pillows atop undisturbed covers,

Trying to start something that never stopped,

Trying to begin something that never ended,

Wrestling with a paradox most unkind.

Perhaps I should end my sentences with periods, instead of commas.

Instead of leaving it all open to question.

But that is a leap of faith I may not want to take.

Just looking out for my break, before I finally break. 

I can hardly speak from the damage I have done, a voice destroyed.

I did not like yesterday.  I do not think I like today. 

What a mess I have made.

What a mess I have made.

Steampipe alley.

This is an emergency.
Because if I don’t turn this valve, then I won’t be able to hold this all,
If I have to let it out somehow,
Then let it come out of me this way,

If I can’t get what I want,
Then it should come to no surprise,
Because it just seems to me,
From where I stand,
That I can never, never, never,
Get what I want,

Believe me I know it’s going to hurt,
It always does,
But I just want something, anything,
Just let me feel that, oh, oh it did happen,

It did occur in this place,
Just the way I saw it,
Felt it,
Imagined it,

Does not seem to fly that way,
Crooked, nor straight,
It changed,
It changed,
It changed.

Soul Junkie.

 

That old corpse gets mighty dry,
Once you suck the life from inside,
It’s all old news to you once you’re through,
But your eyes go wide when you know that they die,
And it gives you something,

How does that feel now killer?

Oh you did it again, and again, and again,
It’s such a rush of blood to the head,
When you hit them,
See them,
Fall down dead,
Lava rocks rubbing the skin off your hands,

How does that feel now?
How does that feel now?
How does that feel now?
How does that feel now killer?

It was all real for a little while,
Boy after boy after boy made you smile,

Soft little hairs and soft little mouths and soft little hearts,
You could tear them all out,
Soft little hairs and soft little mouths and soft little hearts,
You could tear them all out,

Drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, dripping,
Drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, dripping,
Drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, dripping,

Tears and blood don’t splatter the same,
One makes a thicker sound when it hits the ground,
And I hear you coming like a battle drum,

you comin,
you comin,
you comin?
come.

OK, now lets start the fun!

you comin,
you comin,
you comin?
come.

OK, now lets start the fun!

How does that feel now, killah?
How does that feel now, killah?
How does that feel now, killah?
How does that feel now?