Washing My Skin

Washing My Skin

Washing my Skin away from the dirt,
That has remained for years on end,
Let me fall, throw me high,
Understand that its all one lie.

Dodging Cars, Settling the tracks,
We believe in our lives are all safe,
Don't know why, make it out,
I want to understand, the real you.

Running away from a sense of urgency,
Letting the call cry from above,
Ignoring the factors of our own lines,
You are the last light to fight.

Wreckage in the messages and fears,
Moving on, past circus stains,
Crimson skies in the darkness below,
Washing away our skins, that don't belong.

Sound the horns, alarms may ring,
May we laugh with desire and vision,
Worlds that exist, but are forgotten,
May you fall, I'll be there.

To catch your life because its what I dare to do.

Treated the Fool

The world is almost ending,

Still we look away,

I cannot ignore a dying breed,

And so I await the last loss.

Checking the life signs away,

Making no money in hell,

Doesn't matter, death still comes,

In a blind set of light.

Treated the fool,

Been seen out of line,

Returning a death becomes,

Another of those in the wall.

Looking at our creation, 

Lost in rhapsody,

Misunderstood conspiracy,

Crushing and Crying.

You are the lost one,

Deluded in the stars,

You are with me,

So I don't care where I go.

Heaven is Hell

Why are we all here?

Existence creeps within,

Out of control inside,

Veined Deadlines out of range.

You are all fools,

Dead fascist fools,

But you are in the void,

But you are still alive.

What if we all didn't believe,

Heaven and Hell is the same,

No difference between bodies,

I feel dead on both sides of the coin.

Now we are hitting the dusk,

But why is it even there?

Out of reach once again,

With our dreams simply shot down.

You area all fools,

Dead Fascist Fools. 

Tears of Forgiveness?

Rainclouds forming in my head,

I've let them down once again,

Pleading for Sunshine,

When evades me life to the death.

Light in the bright sky,

Fades in the night,

Glancing at myself again,

Is it them or is it I?

So I beg for Forgiveness

Seems so long to get,

This songs about Rainclouds,

Which just never seem to set.

As I reach the grave,

Wonder why all the strife,

But I realise that the knife,

Has just scarred me for life.

When do we forgive? Or should we ever forgive? 2012 is now upon us, but really has anything changed? Should the past be forgotten so simply and easily? Well guess what...realistically nothing has changed and what you did in 2011 is still there. It still exists. So before you go off thinking your off the hook for everything you've ever done in life, think again.

Think again. More on this later.

Everything Is Natural

You make the noise stutter,

Wind change Direction, Ill-thought manners,

Crying Fires in the sky,

Making the weather tremble.

We don’t see what we don’t believe,

Living on the empty onus of man,

Stricken high, but the pain below,

Cannot wait outside no more

Everything is natural, but the air,

Its full of the blame we spat out,

See it in the bright night air,

Slowly killing us in the mind

I just want to leave here,

Alone in my planet, lost in space,

Live and become old here,

In the array of death.

A Lost Cause

As the lights go out, cannot believe,
No end in sight, the darkness complete,
No movement and sound, sense of dream waves,
Then the crack of the storm, damned in the haze.

Black stricken in a heap, cannot see,
Falling into the depth, heart breaks in,
Soul no use now, mind has gone cold,
No more air now, its getting old.

Its a lost cause in the back of my head,
A cold feeling that leaves me standing still,
Lost memories shattered and eaten whole,
Collapsed in the middle, chipped from the top.

Your a real child. A World child. A lost child. A lost cause.
Your a dead child. A dying child. A fake child. A lost cause.

That's me inside.

Shutter

Off the top of my head,

Head of a needle,

Wedged into our time,

Poisoned at the edge.

Knifes point in the acid,

The ground seeping illness,

Cracked earth aboding,

Lingering dirts of our waste.

Eating the fake belief,

Believing nothing for you,

Loud noise, white noise,

Creation ceasefire, to halt.

Waiting for you to stop,

Mature edged means the end,

Wasted space, exit complete,

Killed down, Shot Down...Dead.

I'm not getting better,

I'm not getting younger,

I'm not getting more ill,

I'm afraid of the brain.

Movement.Doctrine.Lost.Found.Belief.Contact.Lost.All.Time.Gone.Hit.Run.Stop.Breathe.Stop.Stop.

Shutter.

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Poetry? Barely...

Recently i've re-read The Catcher In The Rye by J.D. Salinger (published 1951 originally), so expect some sort of response to that in the upcoming days or so.

(c) Lerock0 2011