tomorrow could whisper in the ear of reason would the lies of yesterday cripple the monster in the eyes of passion
it is the rhythm of dreams to slow burn our blessings
it is the cycle of dysfunction to invert our perversions
swing this world into a conundrum of unborn fate and secret me away to another body in a reality that listens to the song of inner hell and chaos
infinity i now grasp
silent beauty in this twisted painting of a man gone insane
is nowhere now here no where if you feel it everywhere in here hidden from the silence of a touch remembered in the final seconds of a symptomatic reaction
cue the fucking symphony bitches- I AM ALIVE
crazy eyes seeing visions of the parasite in the hollow of the night are crying now without the mind recognizing the phantoms that chase today round the action
cue the fucking symphony bitches- I AM BEYOND
i will break
i will shatter into pieces uncountable
i will stumble
i will stagger through time immeasurable
the distance becomes the man and the man consumes the distance in this struggle to evolve into a cascading tide of essence
i will heal
i will mend these infinite shards of me
i will rise
i will resurrect in the finite dawn
but i will never bend to this evil cast upon this world
i will never bow to a crown worn by a jackal in a liars disguise
oh fuck, i forgot to pee
the words fell from her mouth with all the grace of a ten car pile up in an underwater car park
has anyone really ever left for vacation and forgot to turn the oven off?
he wondered aloud at the exact moment and entire cul-de-sac vanished in a household appliance fireball
give this laughter spiraling in my verbal architecture a hole in the sky of madness to fly through
take these rivers of riddles pooling in the psyche of my forgotten tears and seal them in the tomb of oblivion
for i would give anything for you to see the real me
see me
see me
he said see me pee while she was remembering to turn the oven on
and they had sex in the basement of firehouse eleven
hidden in the echo of an out of control scream the whole world was possessed by the ghost of the obscene and i drank the nectar until i was intoxicated
in the morning i run into the future of a stolen moment- the chaos of this time and i can't help but falling into you
the worship of this breath can consume the next if we remain unfinished in this chamber of ideas i am unfolding
echo of a thought
of a glimpse
an instance of insistence
out of mind
of a winter in hell- controlling the scream
possession of the intoxicated obscene
in this i dream
burning
oh sweet flame you consume me
flashing your brilliance into the vortex of my soul
this dreamer has color that explodes
somewhere
in there
hides
the
warm embrace of an old familiar disguise
burning
oh sweet flame you consume me
the decadence of my soul ignites the flash
this explosion is the dream
i could feel you reverberating my tremolo
almost univibe inside you
but that in phase would be overdriven and flanged
swallowed by your chorus
my distortion now compressed by your slapback
