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Forever Lazy man working his ass off to escape a falling Rome Working harder than any dog he has nothing to show for it The same thing plays on loop Different faces and different places but the world stays the same The immortal boredom to relive the same life over and over Just because the picture changes doesn’t mean it’s not the same story And working this hard is getting boring Nothing changes even with every grain of time and sand How can an immortal find luxury in the hundredth cycle of pain? Blood The change was slow at first, barely noticeable, just my usual odd interests, just enjoying the familiar. It felt friendly. I became gravely Ill that February, I acted out of maddens or perhaps desperation, but the infection had already taken hold. I began to waist, lose my grounding, I tried to take an icy plunge but ended back at my spawn point. Like a failed death in some video game. But this change did not reset. It’s not an obsession, I don’t long to be, I AM, whether or not I want. It’s becoming more and more clear as the days go I’m changing, unable to escape this fate. It’s a new era for us all. I did not expect us to be remolded like this. We are one and one are me. I am you and you are me and together we create something new, something terrifying. Manifested or founded in reality. It’s not real? Then what is it you’d say to describe my truth? Cicada
bury me in a shallow grave in a season ill crawl out like a cicada and in a session ill be reborn new wings new things
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Unbalanced I
Holding much to tight, my grip begins to slip Getting silk burns I know you were fading a year ago And I shot myself in the head to try to hold on to what was already gone Now I let go My grip ache from holding on My grip aches from doing everything wrong And I know there is no recovering from this fall Because once I’m here I cannot climb back up Let it be, let go of your slipping grip Curtain Call II Leave nothing, no shoes, nor memories Anything left behind will be lost to time Leave not your heart, nor your toys Leave no book, no writing, nor your soul Don’t be sore for those you miss, nor those who wronged you Don’t feel sore for those who love you, nor don’t know you Every insignificant familiar face should stay behind with the ill fitting suits and things you couldn’t use Leave nothing, no attachment, nor remorse Let it be complete, let go of your slipping grip You died before you were ever born
Get over it The free fall has finally begun And Time slows when it is used The blade thirst when mouths are hungry Get over it Immortality is a coward's dream And I can almost taste my past lives on my tongue I hate the summer And This has been the longest summer of my life Get over it I will find you where the TV and dreams become one and meet And I will make out with he storms on Jupiter I fear making solid connections with a community when I so desperately do not want to be tied to any one location.
They all fade, wilt, and die all the same And as long as I’m stuck in a space where all I want to do is run I’ll never be able to water a garden, not when I can barely take a few houseplants with me. Everything falls apart if you don’t stay rooted. And my roots are weak, I blow over in the storm and move on to the next space And when I’m planted firm in the ground I wilt And I cry for the wind despite hating the storm. How can I be mycorrhizal with love when I cannot stay in the soil? Life is so meaningless, and my need to find safety, my need to keep moving has barricaded me from ever building the meaningful connections I need to thrive. I cannot put roots down, as for if I stay put the men with axes will come and chop me to the earth with deft hands And all that I had built would be in vain either way. And the rings of my stump would be ground down, no less painless than never letting my sapling take root to grow into the tree to be felled I hate the mirror, the rude awakening no one cares enough to save me
I keep waking up someplace new, I never grow, I just fade, stunted And even if I save myself, life will be long and hollow, stunted And I’m a vampire now, no matter how long I look I can’t see myself in the mirror anymore I’ve stopped aging, I’m starving for blood that’s not mine, stunted It’s not as effortless as it was, or maybe it was never this effortless at all
I've been ground down like an ink stone with no more to give September turns to October and it leaves you a husk of man with a fruitless harvest All the rain in the world doesn’t feel like the rain in New Jersey Let me sleep in my old rib cage I’ve excavated from my once healthy flesh. I’m a ghost on the train moving towards my location Old wounds and something you thought you’d forgotten, stuck in a loop you keep forgetting you are repeating.
There is a pink doe sleeping in the grass and they taunt me with their crown of daisies. I can't forget their blue eyes in the golden sunlight. White Jasmine and sparkling gold wine in the springtime. Blond hair through the smoke and junkyard steaks on the paper plates. Pink roses, lavender tea, baby blue cherub, white skin, fox blood, none of them meant for me. I can't see their face anymore, they don’t exist anymore. Even in their own time the memory of us will fade. Golden heart locket filled with a ray of sunshine… waist of my precious time. I remember you like the lyrics of a once favorite song, every curve familiar, every lyric etched in my brain, but when I close my eyes it's all gone. Remembering a time when you cared. Oh darling don't let your roots grow out... I'm deleting all my memories of you. All that's left now is unreadable corrupted data. I don't want to be part of strangers' alters and I'd wish you’d let up on this curse already. Maybe they were right in the end, no better than any man, toxic and self centered, I’m still holding on to dead flowers in my fists. Lemons and teeth never pulled. Terrified of women, femme faital, and the snuff porn star. It feels like the warm sun will never grace me again and I am haunted by this. This person I long for no longer exists, did I have a chance to save them? Did I crush these babies' breath to pure pulp? It never occurred to me that maybe you just didn’t love me all that much in the end. Now they're just an angry dog and I'm just a ram in the field.  Oftentimes in my life I have found myself with the strangest feeling as if I'd just come out of a coma. To most they would say “well that's just how anxiety feels” or “oh that's just stress” but I wonder how those people would react if I told them that it was just that, the feeling going in and out of a coma. Well almost exactly that, for the amnesia that befell a comet survivor was also befalling me as I fell down through the stars. Though I black out I was never knocked out cold, I was just going about my life, and then I wasn't, and then I was again, in my memory never knowing where I stopped living my life and started back up again.
444 - home is calling 1111 - wake up call from the other, bringing light open up to new things coming in 222 - new beginning, relations, compassion, trust … keep positive keep love I don’t listen to what I’m told because I’m so tired of the truth hurting like an ice pick in my throat. It feels like a bomb went off but it’s never stopped exploding. Do I love unconditionally and excessively from falling down from Saturn or did it make me learn to hate? How do you become unlovable? Being excited for another person's intimacy is just an essential part of the human experience. Nights in San Francisco are always colder than I want them to be, and I always feel like I’m a guest no matter where I lay my head. “If you keep making that face a bad angle will fly over and make it stay that way forever.” Survivors guilt wares the clothing of the covenant and rides on a pale white horse “You’ve mellowed out….” Or maybe I’ve just been put out one too many times. I’m out of energy to fight Thanatos. If he won’t listen to my screaming cries I guess I just need to be quiet and wait this out. 555 - Let’s do this again but this time I’m inside out I'm so devoid of meaningful closure I keep having dreams where you apologize to me for all the things you’ve done and as time passes I realize how deeply I just want to mend things and be friends again. But… I know that you’ve burnt this bridge down so much I’ll never be able to cross it again. But… I miss you and I’m aloud to hurt and I wish you’d stop haunting my dreams. 333- something new I’d like to be a stranger… always…There’s nothing quite like the fleeting moment when you're someplace new for the first time. The first time is the only time it will be the first and that unfamiliarity is electric in its experience. To discover the unknown for the first time brings more comfort than the place I can navigate with my eyes shut tight. 11:11 - Not sad it’s over, I want to be happy with the good time even if it ends in blood. 4444 - Tired of being angry, just want to live. I saw a dead bird on the sidewalk yesterday I saw my name in the sidewalk yesterday I watched the sun set over the ocean Bitter sweet, I feel it coming 1021 - Need to keep moving like a shark. Feel the shape of my skeleton. With firefly’s in my chest I feel like I am on the stop block waiting for the sound to go off. I can feel I’m about to be running for a while. Blood child, the room begins to spin. 555 - the tower is beneath me but I’m still struggling to justify running like this. Never wish this upon my worst enemies. 111 - trust your gut that you are right. How tiring it does get when you have been scraping at the walls screaming for help. Screaming to make a dent but never escaping that small lip inside the hourglass, that last little bit of sand that doesn't slip in to pass the time. I need the winter in order to appreciate the summer otherwise indulgence grows dull under a sky that’s never blue. The thunderstorm feels anger and brimming with grief in the same way you do when you feel you cannot win. It's pounding rain makes you feel less alone confronting the ugly reality of life. I genuinely hate the bitter smell of rain in the spring. Confronting generational trauma and curses and truly understanding them deeply feels the same as pouring salt into an infected wound, you must confront its hollowing truth face to face and bare the pain lest you let it to fester and rot, eating away at you 1111 - I keep waking up at exactly 11:11am 333 - something is coming and I keep seeing messed up eyes. I’m worried about my eye…. my eyes…seeing 11:11 - 444 - 555 - 11:11 over and over again 11:11 they’re calling, wake up.. is it already time to fulfill my contract, to come home… close the circle, finish the loop, where you were before you will be there again but in a new flesh. All I want is to have a little home secluded in the New England woods or something where I paint and can lay by a fire and warm my agony filled body in peace.
Every six months I travel into a city to show my art and then dissipate into the woods again. I hate living in the cities and being around people and diseases and I hate being in pain. And I just want to be alone with just a few folks I like in a little cabin somewhere away from everyone where I’m not in pain. I don’t want to work, I don't want to make money, I don't want to go to movies or bars or restaurants. I want a cat to sleep in my chest while I relish comfort in a pile of pillows looking up at a skylight where I can see stars at night. I hate people, I want thunderstorms and trees, I want to live somewhere where I am content staying in my little space forever. I want a stream I can put my aching feet in in the summer where I can look at rocks. I don’t want to see another car or bus or train ever again. I’m tired of social media, I want books, I want to write, I want to be dirty and free, I don’t want to think about skin care or makeup or what is in fashion. I want to be warm and safe with vegetables and fresh goat milk for breakfast. I hate people, I hate the city, I want to live alone in a tree far far away. I want to smell moss in the summer and hear birds and drink herbal tea and make my own candy and clothing and be barefoot. I want to paint watercolors on my porch in the sunlight and I want a big bed made of logs with fur pelts to sleep under at night. And I want to not think about a clock and just spend a whole day on a loom weaving or beading and eat carrots and honey and keep chickens and goats and drink spring water. I wanna talk to animals and make wreaths out of green spring twigs and have wild mushrooms and berries and swing on a porch swing and sing to myself. I need a real way out. I need to be somewhere far away where I can breathe. I’d move back to California if it meant I could live someplace secluded and calm with big trees and wild rabbits. I’d move anywhere if I could be happy. No cell service, just internet in one building and one land line, no expectations but to make art and make merry with the deer and like minded people and food that tastes better than anything I'll have again. I’m tired of sleeping on the floor and eating trash and being in pain. I want to take a hike alone in a rainstorm, I want to hear the trees talk to each other, I want to see the stars. I want to have two seconds where I’m not hearing the maddening hum of electricity. What I’d give to live in nowhere Michigan by the lake in the woods. What I’d give. I hate people and steel and plastic and cars and trains and planes. I hate the never ending noise and the alienation and the hatred. I hate city’s and sound and grime and gas and oil and processed food that makes me sick every time I eat it. I’m afraid that the place that is miserable is not a city but in fact myself. And I don’t know how to live with that or what I should do. Everything feels like a shell of what it once was and I feel like I’m hoping for something that does not exist. And I become disappointed when things fall apart. And now no matter where I go, I’m going to miss wherever I am not, because I’m hunting for a feeling and not a place and that feeling is something that is not coming to me. I had a fleeting moment in my life where I was content and it’s now since passed and everything I do to recreate that feeling is empty and hollow because I long for something I can’t get back. I fear even if I get as close to it as to taste it again it won’t be the same and I’ll be disappointed. It feels like the best time I’ll ever have is in the rear view mirror and it hurts because it was such a small sliver of my whole life. The thing is I know I was still sad during those moments of comfort and it makes me wonder too if I’ll ever be happy? Even if I can get back to that place of content I don’t know if I’ll be able to ever reach something better which is full happiness. 1. Will You Still Love Me 2. Buy One Get One Free 3. Today 4. I Laugh With Mirth 5. HIM 6. Brain 7. I'm Dead, I Think? 1. Will You Still Love Me Will you still love me when I can no longer remember your name Will you still love me even when I can no longer see you again Will you still love me even if it causes you pain Tell me please Today I smile Today you smile But can you say that today will always stay? Will you still love me when I no longer can smile Will you still love me when I can no longer sand on my own Will you still love me when I force you alone Today everything is perfect Today I am happy But can you say that today will never break away. I hope you will Now your smile is fading Now my life is darning Will you still love me when I'm gone Will you still love me? 2. Buy One Get One Free Four arms are better than one Two heads will reign supreme I am two in one Listen to the beat of my hearts I am you and you are me Sale on me Half price and get the depression for free Two for one I'm a bargain Buy one get one free I’m consolidated and liquidated I'm subpar on clearance More than one mind More than one time Don't break up me and me Sale on me Half price and get the depression for free Two for one I'm a bargain Buy one get one free Maybe one day (one day) I'll be free From this cage One day (one day) I'll be just me Plan as my eyes can see Sale on me Half price and get the depression for free Two for one I'm a bargain Buy one get one free 3. Today Today I woke up and I found I was not the same For some strange reason I had gone insane The hands on my arms had switched And I soon found myself somewhere I did not know But for me I did know where I was Why is it that I don't want to hear your voice until you speak I don't miss you until the sun goes away Why is it I'm okay with you being so far away Why is if that at night I feel like you are here with me Why is it I don't feel you until the light leaves When you are my sun I woke up this morning And I found my head was on backward Somehow it had found its way to be completely wrong And why, oh why, was my ribs burning from anger this morning Why, oh why I have nothing sacred I shout it to the sky's Why is it I feel bland so fast How can I be so warm yet I am freezing cold Why is it I feel this way today When I woke up my feet were backward My legs bend all the wrong ways I was able to do literally everything but what was right. So tell me why 4. I Laugh With Mirth A war wages between us all Between roping our flesh Or taking a fall There is no way to stop this madness When you're falling through time and space Why, I could have had this When the acidic screeching of harpies is all I have to credit And when the putrid stench of failure is all I've made Is it safe to say all is well Perhaps it would be me who killed the king I took his rings and crown And pretended to be him as I danced around Three feet off the ground It would be funny to think I miss it Being the ruler of filth A war can never be won Not when both sides are being fought by the same man How could he see the opposing so clearly Why it's simple His javelin dripped in his own crimson vitality Yet he is that one to cause such fatality What a pitiful soul he is When the flaming fury of God’s wrath is all I have to hold And the blood sodden rages of lost souls is all I own Is it safe to say all is well Perhaps once upon a time there was somebody he cared for But the life drained from him It left him cold And I stole his riches And I stole his curs Nobody can bring me back I'll be driving the black hers To the graveyard of the filth we once ruled over The sight of the battles that took all the lives Of the men who burned bright as the nebula I will always see them And so shall you 5. HIM They all love HIM more than me I wish I could be as alluring as HE I'd love to triad places with HIM But I often forget that I could never be And I often forget I'm unloved I know why HIS cold charms win But by god my heart needs some care I know I'll never make it out of this but by the gods I want to be free of HIM If I can't have what HE has 6. Brain I don't know where I'm going I could tell you who I am but I have too many faces I can't tell you who I was Every time I got shot down I got back up but when I stood I found there were more copies of me I split and no we don't seem to fit back together All my problems stem from one thing It's a funny little bit about me Part of my brain seems to be missing And you can tell me I'm all lies But I find it hard to make up the part where I simply am not human No I'm not a robot but maybe I should be If there was a way to glue me back together I would hope to it But screw it I came out not screaming and crying but ready to start dying 7. I'm Dead, I Think? I don't think you ever saw your own face in the mirror
I don't think you remember me Do you remember Every time I see your eye I see it I remember it to I don't think I've ever seen myself smile Tell him I left it under the mat Yes, the one outside the front door Portal to hell I can't see our reflections anymore I need all of the attention I drain of their soft hands and heavy wings Won't you let me go I don't know what my face looks like His face Send me an angel Save me from myself I'm running away again I keep dreaming about the apocalypse I'm going to die I can’t stop it I can’t stop it I've accepted it Why have I taken morality I felt the cold snow silence my heart I saw the look of fear in the eyes of the damned What is it I'm ready to die For a moment I felt like I knew what it was I saw for a moment what it meant to be dead I saw myself cry I'm shaking now I don't remember my face I feel the gun to my temple Blade to my throat Breeze on my sweat soaked face as I sit here Knowing what comes next Am I okay with mortality? I'm shaking |
