A+B 2007-04-23
we are a veil of tragidy as broken as you please
there's noone coming but we are shattered on our knees with no way out
with nothing but a noose keeping us from that long way down blinded by the smoke
butt of the killing joke
fucking finish us where's the ending stroke you keep talking about inside
conquer and divide split me and let me die
call your angels and let me decide
eyes on my back looking round to discover that the whole world is watching me drown in an inch of shit where are those eyes i'm fucking sick of this wearing me down slowly controlling red skies in the morning exhausted just let me bleed and keep your voice down the fear is only in my mind
wish i could just let out this inside me sweet descention of the killing kind
the dog hangs itself in its fight for freedom against the tyranny of those oblivious unless its happy with its own incarceration
stung by the sweet sacrifice
doesnt it feel so nice
in that space between the board and the water is when we decide we really want to swim
a split second of hangtime dictates our survival
our revival and resurrection or do we sink and die in the relative calm of blue oblivion
would you pick a bullet or the crushing blue blue oblivion or would you walk away from us entirely and watch as we die for our conviction on our restrictions can we fuck it all away
though there's nothing to gain from our intimacy that wasnt already there before how this saturates our intelligence from the back of eyes we deny the worlds comprehension of our disease
the shreiks in our heads have shattered the chandelers
over the dinner table and still the world still refuses to believe that there's anything wrong at all so it just mutes our maddness keeping us as wounded satellites hoping that ignorance will make it right


b-[the destruction in our wake is those who preached that they understood the pain, instead of shutting the fuck up long enough to talk about anything relevent to what we feel]

what the fuck do we mean unless we are dangling off the freshest noose in front of your biggest window
how do we get this across without killing many people


meaningless words and broken heart shards

b-[keep your status quo, we are becoming the apex of the next Age. Rememeber this Light Blind "revolution is a fight to the death between the future and the past" but you will probably just...]



".......forget it"

b-[keeping us in pain, your marianettes, turning blue wantingly with our own umbilical cords; hey it beats having to clean up your messes, rebuild your bridges, tape back the ashes of your life you wish you had.]





posted by the whisperer thanks in large part to the inspiration of master rafe



thank you brother-