Late night, come in from the fog
Wife'll never leave, so kick the dog
Staggering and chuckling
Make love to the green fairy
Sweet sensation
Deepening eyes
Neat fixation
Depression dies
Who needs illusion?
Who needs illusion?
Who?
Who needs illusion?
Who needs illusion?
Who?
Sofa slump, war of the ants
Colours explode
Woke up the kid, swear his
Eyes corrode
"There's no hope" gives him a
Sweet sensation
Widening eyes
Living aberration
In our web of lies
This one's for the words that strangle each breath
Put pen to page and perish
The tale is gone, I remember all
In blind Greek songs you'll find my death
Such is the choice, and through muted voice
I create the fall
Sexual crimes, lust for power I know
A hundred-letter poem spells to self-condemn
You sing along in silence
Wishing ill to them
Lying to my face
Featureless and small
What is that name unspoken and frail?
It's the same told of all
What is that staff unread
What is that staff unbled
Played by the musician on horseback pale?
That which can't live's the forgotten idea
Burning books marked with its insignia
That's eternal which preternaturally lies
Between cheat sheets, doubting seas will rise
Every name jotted in my sheets
Every stain of remorse he meets
Every face imploring alluded feats
Open up
Open up the blind man's book
Open up
Open up and take a look
(For S. B.)
I'm a void-talker
Void-talker
Only the void listens
Void listens
I'm the first and last voice
to know, to know, to know fear
Fear is that which has a name:
Loss
I kept a God afloat
although I don't believe
Now it's gone and there's only
the void
I'm a void-talker
Void-talker
Only the void listens
Void listens
Give a half-gross spiel
and take solace in that
I'm the first and last voice
and what is my end?
Black hole, only the void
Take toll, only devoid
Fickle void
Black hole, only the void
Take toll, only devoid
Fickle void
We'll see first-hand
The future in ruins
Built eternity's mansions
Every thought's a wall
and this, our daily bread,
falls out of the sky
and mocks the loss of my wings
I'm a void-talker
Void-talker
Only the void listens
Void listens
Squirming with the worms in dirt
Yearning home of the birds
I miss wings...
Squirming with the worms in dirt
Yearning home of the birds
...and eyeless things
The hardest part of death is waking up again
I bury the last of my soul in burning hourglasses
Life and death's the archangel nightmare
(Dedicated to Mrs. N)
Naughty or nice have you been, my dear?
Perfection only comes once a year
You can stop keeping lists, I've a new one here:
All of your crimes, and all that you fear.
Perfection! It's perfection!
Do you regret how you treated her?
Suffer, everything's a blur
Loathing-- Trust me, she does too
And she still talks about you
There's a scar on her back
Too much baggage to unpack
She won't open her eyes
If she hears "naughty" or "nice"
Whatever fucked-up past you had
with your brother and your dad
It's no reason to act with such dysfunctional tact
On your flesh and blood
She can't wash off all the mud
From her nightmares and dreams
Memories still make her scream
And she screams and she heaves
Perfection never leaves
You asked for so much more
Perfection or the door
You, my wooden puppet bane, you'll never sleep again
You'll be dreaming of all the pain and suffering you left
(Perfection!)
Ask for perfection, leave no room to resist.
In a perfect world you wouldn't exist.
Roll with the punches, embrace the rug burn
Enjoy the scratches, lessons you cannot learn
Sleep out in the cold, cry until you get old
Isolation, sadness, never-ending madness
Ask for perfection, leave no room to resist
In a perfect world you wouldn't exist
Should have been abortion, living's a contortion
Strangle you on the nape, threaten you with guns and...
Everything you have done boils down to this big one:
"I can never love you because I'm above you"
Ask for perfection, leave no room to resist
In a perfect world you wouldn't exist
I see you have found another and you’re gone
Leaving me by my lonesome, confused, alone
I am falling into mind-consuming pain
As I turn and see the falling of the rain
I am lost in my guilt, filled with great self-doubt
I’ve lost what I’ve built, what can I do now?
Is this all that I can know?
I am falling into mind-consuming pain
As I turn and see the falling of the rain
I am lost in my guilt, filled with great self-doubt
I’ve lost what I’ve built, what can I do now?
This is all that I deserve.
i- Distant Mind
It occurred to the author late last night
- Meaning of words -
As her friend died slowly in a hospital bed
The nurse replaced the IV drip coughing faintly
- Loose impression -
Deadening the air as he left the room
The author longed to return home to her things
- Social subjugate -
To distract herself from thoughts
She watched the window as her friend faded
- Pointless practice -
- Thought malpractice -
Listened to the thunder, heard only her heart
Did it thump-thump?
Did it thump-thump?
Did it thump-thump?
If her ears lied to her, how would she know?
ii- Intrusive Thoughts
Rolling thunder, crashing waves
Present climax, start in caves
How are human minds biggest
When nothing does not exist?
Did it thump-thump?
Did it thump-thump?
Did it thump-thump?
iii- Soliloquy For The Dying
Nullify
Nullify
Nullify
Nullify
Notify the living
Notify the living
Life is the one to be feared.
Drawing lines in the sand
Expecting seas to part
I lie down.
Let my body sink
Let my body sink
Let my body sink
Let my body sink
Buried in sand or in the sea
It makes no difference to me
Buried in sand or in the sea
It makes no difference
It'll be scariest when I resurface
iv- Progress
v- Regrets
If her ears lied to her, how would she know?
Outside the window, thunder turned to snow
What do the dying hear, lying in their beds?
The imaginary's an echo roaring in their heads.
Rolling thunder, crashing waves
Present climax, start in caves
How are human minds biggest
When nothing does not exist?
Nothing does not exist
We made it up
Before she heard the flatline
The author left the room
Did it thump-thump?