Devils of Unreason

Come on Damon,

Who’s going to forget you

When yesterday has gone

And once you are here

I will forgive you

And all the things you’ve done

You live, up all night

Slinking by, starting fights

Like it’s your job

To lose your mind

And to sleep in the shade

Of lonely nights

There is something so wrong

In the logic of life

And it keeps taking life

Right out of your hands

And me,

I’m still trying to be clever

Brat

“The only way to feel alive is to scare the living hell outta me.”

So she digs a field of endless graves
Because nothing makes her feel more free

That girl unearthed a sea of sick

She seemed so logical to me

for a long time.

He waits, like tainted lemonade and he breathes in the dirt, one thousand breaths of solar space.

The young are simply ageless,
Until they learn to grow old

Silence in the Suburbs

He seems dark, eyes sweet like cyanide candy canes. He leans to sit and stares at her dress, it looks like dirty lemonade. The sun is white; and they sit and wait for the parade on a coarse black curb that smells of fate. They sat for one hundred years and a day. They sat and watched their days away, just thinking… about the shadow sitting next to them, but not speaking. Away… goes the hot white sun, it’s a winter day and they’re thinking, like their silent breathes that play. Forever waiting for the parade and just thinking.

Plastic Walls

These silhouettes are taunting. Like speechless androids, they sit in the corner and watch me as I stand over the bathroom sink. I brush my teeth and my hair. I look back and there they are, still stuck in a series of relentless gazings. Like I am on some television screen — don’t look for a reaction from me. They watch me with black eyes as I sleep. I cannot sleep while they watch. I leave.

Backseat Angels

He tore out our lives like pages

My love like bullets from a gun

And my only wish was that he’d warned me

That we weren’t having any fun

Now give me a car a pick a direction

I may have had too much to drink

A shot for every missed affection

Gimme gasoline

Said “if you’d rather come with

Well that’s fine with me,” and he smiles

“But keep in mind the music’s loud

And we might be lost for a while.”

He offers to drive

I say that I don’t know

But he takes away the keys

He gets up and we go

It’s three in the morning, the city is crying

The highway’s our soundtrack

It’s starting to look like a record

Injecting road signs into our lives

The scenery keeps changing

And he watches me smile

He drives like he’s flying

And we lose ourselves for a while

But the car keeps on stalling us

Until finally, we hit the coast

And the world keeps on falling

It’s sinking all around him

But the look in his eyes, I know it

And that smile, I haven’t seen in a while

We walk until it’s cold out

Then lie down in the backseat
Of our tired house

I fall asleep in his arms

And my memories fall backwards

Into the darkest parts of my mind

It feels like the summer

And he tastes like strawberry wine. 

A Modern Song of All We Know

The world is a playground and we are mere children, dancing in its cacophonic rhythms of a wandering focus. The world sounds like Jazz. This is not music I am hearing but melodic metallic arrows, shot into my bare chest with delicate crashes. They pierce my skin in a pattern of beats and disintegrate to soft echoes in the atmosphere. I can see them running away.

The world acts like mathematics. Like electronic music, I can take it apart by the levels and analyze every semantic. But then add another level with the addition of words. I gave you the message, laid out the intentions of the musician. Now you feel what we feel. You know what we sound like. 
And the rhythm feels nice.

What We Should Have Called Stupidity, We Called Love

Standing up straight at the foot of my bed, I close my eyes but not all the way down. It’s too far low to be. Now, you lean your head on the foot of my bed. I try not to see you, fix on my eyelids instead. But you look at my feet then straight at me. You say it’s a part of the bet, as I knew it to be. I tried to stand quite still, but shook in my stead. And I worry and I fret about the blind way down. You say that you’ll catch me, but I will never fall.

When my eyes no longer recognize me.

Own Me

I don’t need to sell myself

By now I’ve misplaced me

This outer shell is what I hold

What I long to adore

And I love to kill me

Cause I feel a little bit more

And it makes me crazy

But I can’t stand to be bored

Living with the lowly

Forget the lies that we’re told

And learn to live in the maybe

Before we die of age a bit more

Can I fall awake now?

And in my dreams life will become

Did I scare you?

When I said that I want to stay young

When we broke into homes and empty cars

Just to prove that we were fun

And that death wont own me