See you again, this side or the Other

hey now hey now now
sing This Corrosion to me...

then tell me you'd die without me
and I'll die in front of you
Your voice is the gun, song was a bullet
deep is the wound in you
but im inside it
forever, you and me
til the world burns
or we are jus
lost and mechanical
animals alone
with our wilderness taken
away from our paws
Knowing you has dulled
my instincts
and yet I'm evolved
and evolving still
I'm also dying
slowly, sweetly
I lie bleed out
on the red carpet
it mixes well
like we do
accepted mortality
I know who killed me
cuz I let her
I loved it
I craved it
and I let it do away
with me
but only my body
physical form
But I live on
I exist in your darkest hours
and in your sunniest moments
I exists in your pain and faults
I exist in your mind's eye
and your heart's memory
in everything around you
we were matched and touched
our 2 tattered black souls
I am too connected
I cannot jus slip away
or fade away
we are always now
even if I never see you again
I'm with you
I am you
I'm your tears, your strengths
I'm your's
I know I'm leaving
but I'm not gone
remember the good
embrace the bad
let me stay with you
invite me in
and I'll watch over
I'll take care
forever loved
so I'm ok with
my morality
and end of living in this world
soon I'll be a particle
occupying the space around you
I am the sparkle
in your eyes
I'm your bad decisions that turn good
I'm your past, present, and future
when you are lost
so am I
But we'd be even more lost
without each other

ShootingStar

there is no final hour
when you Die Fun
you were here,
then you're not
no goodbyes
you don't hafta live fast
even Dr. Thompson got old
but he lived hard
I want to walk'with the King
to share the sun
and know the clouds
make it all happen
get real
Heaven is a silly belief
heaven is the right combination
Hell is even dumber
hell is this life
this life is pain
pain must be killed
we learn that from an early age
Mom kissing your cuts
was the pill of youth
well, you're no longer young
and you're not as much fun
it's ok to miss it
it's ok to feel left behind
Football Season isn't over
but you fear being benched
"I can't go on, I'll go on"
so you play hard
hit the ground, making tracks
and you leave it all out there
blood sweat tears on the floor
the crowds, the lights
they are pushing you
it stirs something in you
and you go the distance
Then in your finest moment,
your MVP season,
they all see you, see wat you did
you are Golden
Forever
and it kills you...
snap of the fingers, jus like that
you meet your maker,
which is nothing
your number retired
jersey in the rafters

Epitaph reads: Died Fun
and they all know,
they all...

not so "Pretty Please"

we the godless savages
are alone together
familiar
and desolate
desecrated
devoid of the need
for higher power
jus the need for
the power of higher

for HST

I'm so Tired of Foil

2 days worth
amphetamines
now my mouth is sore
cuts and swollen sliced tongue
My teeth sharper
than before
sucking my cheeks
is akin to razor
blades in Candy Apples
all the sick spreads
salt in the wound
won't help us enough
And I have nary a thing
to numb
too numb

Woke Up Like This
with none of that
Glamour
I came to from
a pure Blackout

3 days with
insomnia
til the drugs no
longer help
they've reached plateau
acting placebo
but they're real deal
so I kno it's jus
me who's ineffectual
tasting feels now
like electric pain
voltage in each breath
I jus can't chew
no nutrients and
a total loss of vitamins
Waste away
from getting Wasted
but at least the calories
are empty in

a Visit to Her Closet

silver foil balls
blackened hands make for
black-marked walls
"I hope I die here"
she casually remarks
that's not the worst idea
I tell her
"let me give you death
in all of its
shapes and forms"
the color red goes
well with black
so you will be opened up
not for amusement,
but because
We Must Bleed
til the sins of the world
fill this 3x5 space
it may be your tomb
but never your
final resting place
Happy Bday, have a hit
but you should wait
to exhale,
hold it in
til you can taste
the sugar of your
last breath...

how sweet it is

Scorched Earth Policy

amphetamine dreams are movie scenes on silver screens
beauty screams to tae your place, help you save some face
quit it now or run the race, always running in place
slow pace, slow day, slowly these thoughts go astray
do your best to break on thru, Jim Morrison is blue
wat I can't quite do but you can, I believe it's true

deLUXe LISBON

Darby Crash overload
one more minute and we implode
no more time to fight or scold
let the flood release, we hold
hands thru the plan
we make no demands
Our Deal,
we wait for sweet lovely breath
to exhale
and sweet lovely death could be real
we set sail on muddy water
and we steer quite clear, I swear
Hell jus got hotter
as I flush from the rush
give your cheek a brush
yet you're cold to the touch
and blue are your lips
I lose my shit
as your soul slips
away you went and left me behind
since you're gone
 I stay high all the time
I hafta be so I can feel free
to be as lost as me
sobbing to an empty room
no one's there, only you cared
Loneliness is a very empty tomb
nothing Golden can stay
and I let you slip away
so  I must drown
my tomorrows today
left to question
staring at the sun
wat will happen to the smoke I've become?