A tea tin of seeds
A door left unbarred
A page kept dry
For whoever comes after
Category: life
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Video:/Games
Pixel rain on a side-scrolling street
Racing all night on electric roads
We play all night till the sunrise loads
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TV
The more you see the more you do
The television’s feeding you
With what you want to hear
Anger and fear, because you sufferThe hate you feel won’t go away
You’re all programmed to feel this way
To live another day
In a world that longs to suffer
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Paranoia
I tried to be nice, I tried to live my life, I tried to forgive, I tried to live and let live, and everybody else thinks of no one but themselves, and no one wants to help cause they’re all assholes, and every friendly chat is a knife in the back; a sneaky attack waiting to happen
I tried not to mind, I tried to be so kind, I tried to let love rule, but I feel like such a fool, and they’re out there even now trying to mess me up somehow, but they won’t stop me now, and they’re planning while I sleep, and even as we speak, to strike when I am weak
It’s time to defend, I know I have no friends, I’ve got to get them first, cause worst has come to worst, but they put the blame on me, pretending not to see that I just want to be free
But I couldn’t take their shit, so I tried to deal with it, I tried to overlook and I tried to close the book, I tried not to talk shit, but I just couldn’t help it, they called it assault but it really wasn’t my fault
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Someday
I’ve had my lungs checked out with x-rays
I’ve smelled the hospital hallwaysI’ve watched the summer evenings pass by
I’ve heard the rattle in my bronchiSomeday I’ll have a disappearing hairline
Someday I’ll wear pajamas in the daytimeAfternoons will be measured out with coffee spoons
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No Aim
Found trouble in the town I came from
Left six months ago or so
Had to run from the men I wronged there
With no aim as to where to go
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Howling at the Moon
High heel lady spitting at the nickajacks
Business man with a needle and a spoon
Coyote chewing on a cigarette
Pack of young boys going howling at the moon
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Halo
Not to pull your halo down, around your neck and tug you to the ground
But I’m more than just a little curious how you’re planning to make your amends to the dead
With your halo slipping down to choke you now
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Tired of You
I am sorry this is always how it goes, the wind blows loudest when you’ve got your eyes closed, but I never changed a single color that I breathe, so you could have tried to take a closer look at me
I am tired of punching in the wind, I am tired of letting it all in, and I should eat you up and spit you right out, I should not care, but I don’t know how
I am sorry for the trouble, I suppose, my blood runs red, but my body feels so cold
I guess I could swim for days in the salty sea, but in the end, the waves will discolor meSo I take off my face because it reminds me of how it all went wrong
And I pull out my tongue because it reminds me of how it all went wrong
And I cough up my lungs because they remind me of how it all went wrong
But I leave in my heart because I don’t want to stay in the dark
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