i'm already digging, i hope you are dead (...)

November 23rd, 2007 at 11:24:54 AM

there's a coffin in the cemetery
down the street from where i live
where i can hear a noise creeping
out from underneath it's lid

stop making that sound
stop making that sound
it took alot of effort
just to make that sound

inside of a wood pine box
things had grew through your head
you looked so foggy to me
with your body all bloated and dead

stop making that sound
stop making that sound
no one seems to notice
it's only small enough for me

you remind me of someone
on the tip of my tongue
in the back of my head
maybe when we were young

stop making that sound
stop making that sound
i can't get it out of my head
like i fly behind my eyes

my chest is closing in on me
the sun exploding in the sky
i wrote you in a book once
but in the end of it you died

stop making that sound
stop making that sound
this can't last for eternity
this mark can't last forever

string of complications

November 18th, 2007 at 10:34:06 PM

you can't fly a kite when
the wind is calm
you can't write a book
around a psalm

my eulogy will be around your finger

i never asked you to stay
but never wanted you gone
we could stay here a moment
in the verse of a song
but no where else would work
that would be wrong

my eulogy will be around your finger

give me a fucking break
i wasn't so wrong
my shadow lags behind me
is it so long?

deep deep deep (2)

November 16th, 2007 at 06:16:24 PM

carved by god
for my head
to rest on.

i am trying to remember where it went
i am trying to remember how i got here
i am trying to forget where it went
i am trying to forget how i got here

dark blanket
mothers warmth
your touch.

i am trying to remember where i went
i am trying to remember where i am
i am trying to forget where i went
i am trying to find where i am