going to turn me back into a sheep ( Read more... )

it becomes a challenge drawing blood
given time the passion fades first
next you loosen your thoughts and fists
willing to accept
you compromise till you have no faith
lost on their field you forget what it was
you were ever fighting for, contrived and afraid

some would be quick proclaiming you turncoat

in the rain under roofs my bones ache ( Read more... )

backtracked some words ago
written ink strewn mouth-less
they sing now more than weeks ago
now with pressure to produce i search
the coasts and mainland of every notebook

in the wake of present circumstance
you've caught a cold
jumping in the latest trend
your immune systems sour
you begin to rot from the inside out

above in the corner captured ( Read more... )

if its race you'll never finish ( Read more... )

go to sleep restless wrists
impulsive guarantees thieve what could be
an endless cycle you drive yourself sick
fraught with casualties you can't quit

a middle road makes candy my way to compensate
for the loss of cigarettes to the root these gums bleed
where have all my baby teeth gone degradations to blame
a cursed axe brings me home buried shame beams and lamp posts
strewn across the family farm my will becomes uncontested
like trust and banks it drives me with blind faith

we are not from here and we brought guinea pigs with us.