Gnarled [lyrics]

Short sighted admirations of

Pained life, old life

Sun-bleached by my design

(Deaf pleas upon dead senses)

Teased thoughts that can’t unwind

(Deaf pleas upon dead senses)

Short sighted admirations of

Pained life, old life

The romanticization of

This life

I am the red line

I am so gnarled up

I’ve seen this ghost, exposed

Hidden repose

Gang war war cries, that become choked

Hidden repose

(Now breathe slow, but not out

Now let it choke, but not out)

Short sighted admirations of

Pained life, old life

The romanticization of

This life

I am the red line

I am so gnarled up

Don’t let me get this.

Hidden repose

I am the red line

I am so gnarled up

Strain until it breaks

MCXIII [lyrics]

An invitation, to unmarked skin

To carve out our own way

A permanent ornament

That symbolizes “someday”

You can’t have it all, but you want it all,

So you say what you must say

You won’t trade your crown in for a gown

So how can I serve you today?

It isn’t me, it isn’t me

I am not host to a slave

Lucky thirteen, lucky thirteen

Skulls on our arms can’t be faked

You faked

Fake

The Way You Deserve, Part I

Only you have your figure,

No one else has your shape.

Curse my eyes for their blatant lies

They present to me not what I want to see.

I am here, you are here.

We are not.

In the billowing meadows,

In the autumn chill,

Over there, I

I want to speak to you

With you

I can hear the churning of vapid pleasantries,

The coy flirtation of thinly veiled wants,

Sex-driven lips spreading wide into a smile,

Welcoming the carnalities of another.

I am hollow, full of hollow wants,

Give them all to me.

“I can’t love you the way you deserve.

I can’t spoil you into submission

Nor cradle the child within,

I can’t give you a mother’s love

And a lover’s want,

I can’t.

And I will tell you I am sorry.

I will tell you what you need to hear.”

I’ve known this.

A Snake Once Told Me [lyrics]

A snake once told me

“I need to own you,

Body, mind, and soul.

The fruit I come bearing

It’s all yours.

Come lay your weary head

Atop voluptuous soft…

Let’s share each other’s fangs

All mine, and mine alone”

Once the fever hit my brain,

Sweated and shivered in numb ecstasy

Sleek silver skin penetrates

A lonely line of lust

and selfish love is shedding into some lungs, I’m

Choking, choking, choking, choking.

A snake once told me.

Goddess of night, succubus of my whims

I’m dragged into your cosmic shrine,

Riddled with objective sin

I need to feed on these vocal scraps

And these forced willful visions, I’m

Choking, choking, choking, choking

A snake once told me:

“It’s all your fault

You’re all alone

It’s all your fault,

If only you just….

It’s all you’re fault,

So kill yourself now”

Now, kill me now.

Negation Permittance

You will find yourself one day,
Confined within a coffin
Surrounded by everlasting nothingness.
Your lungs expelling life
In exchange for dread
So you recollect all the things you are thankful for.
You are.
You
You.
I.

Dreams
Life
Oxygen
Women
Death
Misery
Black
Words
Romance
Intelligence

The feminine

Your blood will start to cook
And your eyes will begin to swell.
Your brain will feel heavy
And you’ll recount your favorite songs
Death is death.

Then you’ll take a sharp inhalation
Of dry, busy air
And come to see that you aren’t confined.
You are blessed.
You have all those things you are grateful for.
Nothing is gone but the dead.
So why is death still death?

OCD

Relax.

One, two, three, four, five.

Fight it.

Expel the feeling, make it pure.

Let it go.

Fuck you.

Fight it

Okay, you’re done.