gotta pay for what you’ve done.
This is such harsh justice or so it seems,
But when you looked at her it was all in fun.
You acted like you were the king,
You acted like you were the man.
We both know you’re weak and pathetic,
And I’ve seen all that I can.
Cause now is my time,
Now is my way.
You’re going nowhere slow,
Until I come with your judgment day.
I know nothing of compassion,
I know nothing of remorse.
Mercy died long ago,
And kindness fled of course.
You created your own fate.
Now walk with me my friend,
And I’ll walk you to the Gate.
Don’t Go Near the Windows
What’s happening?
Where are we?
What is this strange place?
Got a cigarette?
Why don’t you take your clothes off and crawl all over me?
But don’t go near the windows.
The wolves are out.
They hunt in packs and kill for pleasure.
Don’t go near the windows.
What’s your name?
Why don’t you sit down and have a smoke?
Why don’t we take a bath and clean ourselves from our impurities?
Don’t go near the windows.
The wolves are out.
They hunt in packs and kill for pleasure.
How bout that smoke?
How bout that bath?
How bout a nice fuck in the corner?
How bout we go down and kiss every inch or our bodies?
But don’t go near the windows.
Addicts
We are the aborted children of the masses.
We are the forgotten offspring of the machine.
We are the rejects of a flawed, malicious regime.
We are the unwanted misfits of society.
Look at what the system have done to us!!!
Amongst the Night
Death is but a door,
time is but a window.
I will soon leave this life,
but these words will be left to show.
This is how it is for us all,
who really wants to live forever?
I’m just a vessel that stands before you,
It’s with these words that we’ll always be together.
Look into the stars,
These little rebels who suck up the light.
When you follow your fantasies,
You’ll find yourself amongst them in the night.
As Usual
It all loses its meaning,
Eventually anyways.
The excitement dies,
Colors fade,
Buildings crumble and fall.
There’s only fleeting moments caught in sweet repose.
Moments when we glimpse the magic,
The essence of life,
Addicted to the lust of the hunt for more.
There are only the rare times of bliss to look back at and smile upon,
Unsure if there are more to follow.
As usual.
See,
When Murphy’s Law rears its ugly face,
And the alignment of the cosmos fall out of place,
Our desires must be set aside.
And what we long for lies just out of reach.
Once again,
Elusive euphoria slips away.
The waiting game is a lonely road.
After you sip from that cup,
where your heart remains,
your thirst can never be quenched again.
Days and nights spent lusting for just a one last glimpse of magic.
To just hold that precious light once more.
You carry its knowledge with you,
As it courses through your being,
And you covet the warmth.
As usual.
For never in a million years would you think things would be the way they are.
Never dreamt things that have transpired,
And are still in motion, would ever occur.
Never could’ve conceived of the depths sorrow can reach,
Or how cold the wind can feel.
That’s
