

Of Orchids and Blackwine[Intro] Of cursed flesh, of blighted skin my mottled green, my rot within Of forlorn face, of tragedy worn My silk and flesh and heartfelt scornOf Orchids and Blackwine
[verse 1] Silent tomb, from the world I despise My unearthly bonds, and a ghastly reprise End of my life is now the end of the world Of silence and storms, and the darkness unfurled
[Bridge] Unleashing a miasma on this
wretched earth I walk upon Sip of wine and a cursed reverie And drink to the end, of this blood stained memory
[Verse 2] I walk in through the valley of death, hand in


The AuctionAs I gaze from my window, the long tail of assumption slumps through the garden. It flattens the shrubs. 'You may water at the discretion of the check-in clerk. If she's not really fussed, she'll take me.' I disagree.The Auction
To choose from the room's supply, to lie through my teeth, to pluck you from your corner, and spread you on the street.
A dollar bill, as it were, open to bids; the fruition of contest. 'The optimal strategy is at the discretion of the check-in clerk'. She falters.
So I dance with the risk, the p


Stems and LeavesWell... we smashed the windows so the glass falls on your head, and in your eyes. So maybe you'll think about us, for a little while. You cut yourself, in trying to find A voice to hear, inside your mind. Hopefully one day you'll see that not every sky we look upon is gray.Stems and Leaves
The jukebox by the window plays on as you slip into your dress. The draft doesnt bother you, because you've sliced away at your nerves. Nothing gets through those curves anymore. No... nothing can make you feel anymore.
You look in the mirror, but of course you cant see. You've gouged out your


Carpe DiemAsleep,Carpe Diem
under the tree.
Head resting against the trunk of the old, smoothed beech. Weathered names of lovers etched in the bark, echoes heard by no one.
What is a day
but a moment seized, and then trickled and sifted thru, loose, absent minded fingers? What is a kiss but a second of fleeting bliss? A chemical reaction convoluted with emotion. I cannot carve the name, for I do not know it.
When I awake, I shall walk to the stream, and pan for gold. If I find nothing, it matters not. My thoughts splayed


Trip to the morgueTrip to the MorgueTrip to the morgue
Grime sticks to my face as I breathe in the flame, It rattles it shakes, jolts of pure pain, The burn as it climbs to the soul of my strength, Time machined by snails is the longest of lengths, Ceiling is painted: encrusted blood smears, Hear the groan from below of men loosing lost years, Smoothest of drives on battered, burrowed stretch, An artist can't define, no imagination can sketch, Behind my eyelids the reels they begin, Memories like dreams, it won't fade it won't thin, Canvas grooves round my body; lie in pools of blood, As the gore co


Miniature SunsThe demons of my thoughts are raking their bladed fingers through my scalp. Theyre poisoning my mind with the truth while I want to soak in the lies until my body is rubbed raw with sandpaper and the blood pulsating through my naked veins pours free from its prisons.Miniature Suns
Theyre walking from the shadows, theyre standing in the light. They barely even disguise themselves now because they know Im too afraid of realizing to resist.
I hate myself, everything about me. I act like nothings wrong while inside whatever is left is decaying. And Im begging for people to notice, begging for attent
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"Loyalty to a petrified opinion never broke a chain or freed a human soul."
-Mark Twain
"What you see is what you get
If you disagree lets make a bet
Ill place five if you give ten
Then well see whose right again."
-The Ballad Of The Truth (Me)
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But I often wondered just how deep I could
Sink my teeth into that crease on your arm
The place where all the good times,
They grow and grow.
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'Forever we'll be crucified to a dream' HIM
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lazy perfectionist
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