Albel #1
Oceanographic society of the stars
Sees the play of this pathetic farce
And I an actor in pretty prancing play
Faking my way through childhood to reach a starving day
Moonlite Kirlsa ain't she grand
Busted and broken and bleeding and bastardized by my heavy hand
Take it back all I gave take it back and smile
I don't care I haven't given in such a while
I'm walking on the souls green mile
Walking on the fields of grass the needle beds and godly bile
Faking faking it faking it all to bloody bloody hell
Touch me and I won't move won't twitch my nerveless cell
See the ocean rolling above me, a thousand points of hellish light
See the comets fall, angels punted from heaven falling in the night
Albel #2
Atheistic one-show band
Fireball and metal hand
Hopelessness and dragon brand
Choking on a sea of sand
Make it come
Make it come
I'll stand and say the silent sorrow of another day
Pointlessness and fallow fields
Another stinging harvest yields
And behind my grassy shield
My only dream is deathly sealed
Take it all
Take it all
I won't stand to be shot down won't sleep when I lay down
Where were you when the lights went out
Where were you when I noosed myself
So red So dead so long so short no doubt
I dreamed you dead I killed myself
When I killed you
When I killed you
Now I have what I want and I hate myself and damn its good
Fayt #1
Stomach this, its okay to cry
I won't be here, I don't like to try
I hate you, my loving dear
Please don't mind me leaving
I know I that you are grieving
But I just have to fear what is this I fear?
You can shoot me when I turn my back
I don't care I won't look back
I don't want you and I hate it
I don't love you this was fated
Kill me
for yourself
Or at least do something
For yourself
You don't do nothing
For yourself
You just cry
For yourself
Well I'll die
For myself
Roger #1
Playing in the minutes stings to hell
Growing up make me retch
Another Apoptotic Apocalypse
Similar saliva stretch
I'm getting older
The world is colder
And heaven smolders
And drops its water boulders
On me and my friends the soldiers
As we grow older
As we kill our god
As we kill our god
As we kill our god
We're cannon fodder
Pathetic martyrs
Souls for barter
Where is Sartre?
I think he grew to old
Like us so bold
Grasping earth begins to fold
Yes I know it stinks but bear with me.Its a poetry page, how good can it be? 'sides I wrote this all over a 20 minute period so there aren't any new Howls for Carl Solomon (which by the way is a great poem).
Any way review at your discretion. You can flame me if you want. It makes me stronger.
