you who still continues on without shape, face or form without sense or care a character of top well-being birthed from sparks with strands of undoing and flair you will be my enemy you won't be no friend to me you will breath my every dream you will suffer every scene you'll know me opposite the enemy the horrid shrieks counting every inch of crawling time the trombone lows and sorrow streaks feign illusion fade and fossilize while upset heads somersault supposing jerks and accidentally arise into fickle heaps ushering no measurement to decide that there won't be an end to me there won't be a thing to bleed no control of memory just spirals, terror and misery this you'll see

there's a road I don't know of there's a hole in the water there's a wide open night there's a living breeze I get so deep in these things on such a road I've tripped and sputtered overwhelmed by my heavy load in such a breeze, that coils and clots I've been deceived in such a night, my heart expands with errant fright in such a hole I've been led away by yesterday's glow no more glory yesterday's glow is tomorrow's haze stretched ruthlessly a sideways glance tells me I could have leaned easily back then but either place is dry as dust it'll all be over soon

cross me one more time and you will get it cross me one more time and you will get it your green siren your dream bile aching on the floor I see it dying in the box broken body crawl yes, I see us sighing at the same time cross me one more time and you will get it cross me one more time and you will get it I see your dead end ruin the way your teeth will turn to mush the way they ate your fingers yes, I see your towers falling down with the marrow sucked out

the light burned down void spreads her mouth unearths her sex and wets her earth the endless ring is death rattling as we are released from the womb her legs raised high point toward those violets of hope the bleak shell of beauty the gangrene gypsy the gray illusion sealed in the tomb crimson stains caked on her sheets a dog-eared page to recall when we know well what was near and beating soon enough will be gone when I've abandoned all and buried every sense you will see me sinking clearly into all of your shades sifting through desire in your room of covered walls illusions absent tunes and shadows of the truth

flies of the thin air and paper thin wind dragged out of this vicious hell the belly up third death is brought on by god's breath gashed skull cracked shell i reach your pretty face and skin retreat from what i know and see that which is my own invention now see me coming for you in this heat boiling with your roots underneath drag you down into this hell...

i hate every movement i see here from where i do sit every flashing light every pothole and pocket and i hate to see your faces when i'm coming back around and taking in this rotten air and walking on this ground next to me rests a face i'm sure my heart does ignore could be the face of someone close my heart once adored but i scraped her from my gums and then i crumbled sentiment broke the guitar broke the drums and whimpered no lament i hate every movement from over and across within ten hallways of light beaming glitz, grit and gloss: A processed endless push where silence is unknown and no road tread will ever lead to any place called home

Thought I heard something whispering... Thought I heard something withering... Thought I heard something choking... Thought I heard something moaning... What's out there moving? What's out there fading? What's out there crying out and choking? What's out there dying?

saw you standing in the doorway saw you standing in my place saw you standing in the doorway where I once stood with nothing but hate dressed up in black jeans black shirt and black socks my face was green and our fear had turned pale saw her leaning against a pink shadow heard the dog bark and the flowers grow saw a white orb descending upon her and i could not stand to hear another word...

Seven things that don't know me yet and seven more that do Seven things that forced their way through the gray dead air the gray dead air Phantoms gathering the harvest of embers and ashes of embers and ashes Phantoms hissing the glowing language through their sharpened teeth through their sharpened teeth

don't take me back where i'm coming from the hollow lonely whistle of a past wind of hate anchor and press me don't bring me back where i'm heading toward i'm at peace sinking in it's fine, i'm sure they track me with their eyes closed don't call back when i'm calling out 'cause i'll return unchanged and without regret as long as their eyes follow beneath where both of my hands try to grab at sides that might never be

i removed the lenses i squeezed between two mirrors i poked at my old corpse choked up on the spirit my old functions are severed i'm trapped and can't get away the voices reach sheer madness when the wind is calm collapsed buried deep the family's ruined frame the morning's cruelly vanquished and the ending's clearly paved i hit the end until it hit me i became like them and i lost myself the last and final brick wall the family's ruined frame i became like them and i lost myself

inside my patience is thinning i'm at the end at the edge i'm at the brink the moths are drawn to the lamp high above a creature enters the nights zombie dragging baggage and begging a story a tale and a lie who is the victim when the gun applauds? who's the one with the most fear? here's this creature of weakness pity for him will be the spores of hate eating away lingering and sticking digging in and sucking down nothing new ever blows through this tomb where the heart says, 'no' shoot out the lamp cover your neck drink the poison and slip away

you must be the dog like the fridge like the vent that barks without entering and leaves without friends who moans in the night with a mask made of ghosts who growls in the corner unnoticed in the sun you don't know how you ought to go about knowing you tried everything but you couldn't hold on wired on words and the images they showed moving upside down now in upside down rooms seems as though these thoughts are here to stay a long unpackaged while sleeping soundly with a blade voices are turning nervous nights into suicidal vibrations we'll never shake this off i am not disturbed by your aches and your groans they slide in slick with the grave of the world they float face down in the bellowing river drowned in the nature of nature itself you my friend are taking off over you my friend will return feeling well this saturated plane seems full, seems all but it falters it stumbles it wall fall where you are headed there are 7,000 corners gutted human scrap machines stacked thoughtlessly trinkets with faces and suits made of devils and snakebites and dry skin and pistol whipped nightmares there is no point, no purpose, no peak don't bother keeping tabs or making documents your memory is strong just watch how it crawls it doesn't seek early, late, truth or death i forgot i was gone until i got back i was pleased to find out that you'd been there too in dreams that remain throughout the day quick squawks of pain that turn a corner with a fang i saw what i thought might've been the break it was at the end on top and to the left channeled poorly and loosely connected to the mystery of smoke a sober shot of defeat where you are headed there are 7,000 corners gutted human scrap machines stacked thoughtlessly trinkets with faces and suits made of devils and snakebites and dry skin and pistol whipped nightmares where you are headed there are 7,000 voices jammed junk heart machines turned inside out infinite dead ends bloated oxygen bulging faces and castrated prey where you are headed there's only headache one finger one fragment one pill one jewel we'll go together, we'll leave right away in the place above god in the place above time