We all need an antenna to heaven;
A celestial wire to a greater good.
A guiding hand,
A softly whispered word.
It was the final, dying days of Autumn
When we scrambled, like criminals,
onto the roof of the house next door.
We lay together, hand in hand,
Watching the sky transcend.
We perceived a peaceful blue
Give way to the grey.
The thunder split the skies,
And you squeezed tighter.
And with every raindrop
We'd steal a breath,
Until the sky was black,
And we'd breathe no more.
It was not three weeks ago
I last gazed into her eyes -
Into pools of pure green light.
I felt her smooth touch,
Heard her voice of reason.
Let me begin...
I was adrift in a peaceful slumber,
The dreamscape spread infinitely in front of me.
Cool air from the fading Autumn
Caressing our sleeping bodies,
As one
Suddenly,
So suddenly,
A crack through my consciousness;
A lightning bolt shooting through my entire body,
My entire being.
I split my eyelids with sheer trepidation,
Opened my shield from reality.
Only then was the true horror revealed to me -
And the blood,
Oh, the blood!
Spilling from the single crimson line,
Dra
I can't just turn my back,
But I don't want to care.
I'm stuck inside my head,
Please take me anywhere but here.
With a bullet or a prayer,
Please take me away.
What can I do now?
This is driving me insane.
Take your fingers from my throat,
Cut yourself from my skin.
You possessed every inch of me,
And tore your way out from within.
I can't just turn my back,
But I don't want to care.
I'm stuck inside my head,
Please take me anywhere but here.
Jesus Christ save me,
This pain is all too real.
I know I can't cope much longer,
Show me how to not feel.
I feel so disillusioned,
So Goddamn betrayed.
Self destruction is my ther
I want to see it all crumble,
I want to see it all fall down.
I'll laugh in the face of devastation,
Transfixed by the falling of the nations.
Better hurry and get a front row seat
For Armageddon.
The Earth will open and swallow me,
Will take me in,
And rebirth me from it's core.
I'm the forsaken child
With blood on my hands
And ruin in my eyes.
You all thought you would make a difference,
You all thought could change the world.
But in the end, you leave nothing,
Save maybe some shadows of memories,
and a little slice of pain.
For in the end,
When do we stop living.
And start dying?
This is my concrete jungle;
I walk it's forgotten pathways,
My hands caress it's rusted metal.
There are so many souls,
Trapped within the spiderwebs
Of broken windows.
This is my concrete prison;
Decorated by tattered banners
Of worthless apologies.
Populated by blind preachers,
Selling false hope
To those who need it most -
The dying, the soulless and the damned
This is my concrete tomb;
Where my last frozen breaths
Escape my icy lungs
As clouds of mist.
I lay here,
Fading away in my eternal winter landscape
A cut here,
A slice there.
I will be perfect
A little pain
For so much gain
I have to be perfect
Starvation
So much work
Make me perfect
Contortion
Destruction
Just to be perfect
Dead young
A brittle skeleton
Finally perfect