speed of light
in stationary eyes.
write a wrong
please unsing the song.
a dream to break
and a sleep that will wake.
starve the appetite
with hyper consumption
pay the whore
to attempt molestation.
the fire is burnt
to extinguish my thirst.
dry the ice
and wet my veins.
run the walk
sodium vomit.
swim offshore
away from the promised land.
- D'yer Mak'er
- “...drifting to the streets of no destination was my eternal passtime... n' then comes the moment of gettin' caught in the swamps of memory... followed by hurried motion of arms n' legs. suffocatin' in the depths of past again n' again. all of these had a custom of layin' myself down in the tracks of reality.. n' then' would come the train of life... tearin' n' shatterin' every part of me. to still carry myself all torn n' withered n' broken was undoubtedly the worst part.”
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Death...
my hands that know not their time
take these illusions
and feed my brain
those familiar lights
make my eyes
see only my decaying insides
could you and i have gauged the strength of the monster
that i slept with every night
but my heart sees the figure
sees my silhouette near the distant sun
getting the edges burnt wouldnt change a thing
cuz its time for this bloodless heart
to bleed endlessly to death.
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