Billy & Rubyn

Disturbing is the sound of starving predators

They're more like piranhas

With those overstuffed eyes, staring you up and down

Crazed feasting on the flesh of putrefying memories

Like the ones in the sorrows of a blue birds bitter sweet song

Overpowering is the sour smell that never leaves your tongue

Disgusting is the mind of those penny-worth thieves

Endlessly hopeless about humanity

Because their eyes are blinded by the metallic dust of stupidity

So tainted and blackened these hollows with bile

They can't grasp the sparkled light in pure entities

Then Pandora opened that bejeweled tempting box of foreseen doom

Ass-faced vermin and one legged prescription drugged whore ran off ramped out of that damned box

Whispering out loud and condemning the innocents; burning alive with glee

Hope that shell of a nameless dog trips and falls on a sharp stick

The Runaway

From not so immaculate conception and through the rest of my youthful years

That's when we fist exchanged names

In fruitless hopes, pure ordained

What can I say? I found you in the doctrine of conformists dreams

Classical and predictable and free of sins

We were holding hands walking through the frozen foods plane

They wake up one day and figure out they found their savior

This sheep lost it's way; they say she will drown in the turbulent pools of damnation

Trinity got lost a few months ago in the supermarket, again, by the frozen foods plane...

It just let go of my hand and ran away

Ghost From The Past

Lurking carelessly in my digital silver purse

Searching for mundane images pixellated upon virtual memories

Stepped on the blank pages of deceit

Lost my grip and fell to my demise

I know what it is, i've seen them plastered on a wall of artificial veracity some time ago

Obviously filled with fiendish ghosts from the past

A crooked gate with red ribbons and a touch of pain, so that I'll never forget you

There was no crossing that unkind gate

I was afraid to see the mirror in those eyes

What evils dwell in those onyx windows of deceit and regret

So I destroyed it, can't handle those eyes so then I avoid them

What a spineless coward stands here

Just like you...

Terminal

All the troubles in this illness does not compare

To all the prodigal nuisance from hazy days that is now lost in the stale air of discarded waste

She carried herself well in red fatigues and stand now in defeat

Marvel now if you enjoyed devouring raw innocence during that inglorious feast

All the suffering that no living being should endure

My sanity, composure, dignity and pride; how do I preserve?

Those useless thoughts now that I think about it
Their purpose to stray me away from the present and blur my focus

Time and distance and the will I have
The missing ingredient is all I need to regain the eternal sunshine of the spotless mind...