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Building again, from every flaw we make something new. Kill again, build again, killed again, tooled again. Rusted away to show the decay, the true intent, and the smile that never touches eyes. Stand in line, feel the blood drip down your forehead and blind your eyes. Change the end and break down the unnecessary. And it buries and obscures. You need, you see. It moves, crushing. It ends, buried. And it changes nothing. Glacial slow and crushing an avalanche of broken. We embrace with open arms and not much else until we all can't breathe and moving becomes the farthest thing from mind. What we can, or take or leave, behind us now and under the flow.

Remove the head this time
Or tear up the roots
Whatever kills it quicker
Words or poison
Access to both is so easy
Easier than you thought
Split apart at the seams
By eager hands

Persistent and steadfast and ingrained. Such a beautiful thing to carry from such an early age. And held. "As high as a horses bridle", and never forgotten. But known and breathed and the sleepless nights were worth it for the knowledge and realization that these were, in fact, the times. And so unfulfilled for you to never ascend. As if this truly were the end. And as frightened as i was so am i aware, and full. Still reticent to believe but easy to please. As the mouth keeps explaining and analyzing the worst, the subtlety escapes the faithful mind but is not lost on me. So ascend as i said before and prove this wrong. Those mornings held true but so far from what was said by you. These scrawls of a madman prove nothing.

Safe inside still immortal my memories have no skies standing on chalk angels drawn in sidewalks building cities in dirt nothing ever made sense pressed up against the fence staring at the cars go by waiting for the bell to ring playing in the rain big yellow raincoats nothing could hurt me falling off the slide sliding on concrete skinned to the bone adventures in empty fields childhood was never long enough

Burning,
empty,
misplaced feeling.
Die.
Nothing
stings so acutely
that i can’t see.
Your violence against violence,

what did we do to what we had why did we break down all of us your voice in my head what was it that you said choirs and cannons like a million screaming voices explosions regrets the things we did all those memories deafening me blasting in my head i can hear you i can hear them what happened to us where did we go wrong what happened to you and i why did we lay down and die choirs and cannons to deafen you and i to deafen us and blast us away

what did we do to what we had why did we break down all of us your voice in my head what was it that you said choirs and cannons like a million screaming voices explosions regrets the things we did all those memories deafening me blasting in my head i can hear you i can hear them what happened to us where did we go wrong what happened to you and i why did we lay down and die choirs and cannons to deafen you and i to deafen us and blast us away

Welcome home, this is the last stop before a bunk bed enclosed in grey the last great facade.
Welcome home again.
In a scheme to point the finger.
Here's my trust, keep it well.
Paper clipped to a forgery is where you'll find it.
Welcome home again.
Speak in lost words, just say something.
Tell me anything.

The darkness surrounds you.
The darkness shrouds everything. Movement is apparent
and the movement is dangerous.
All around the walls are crushing,
looming as if to threaten collapse.
But this is the home, the dark, the warmth.
This is still home,
and you know you can't leave.

Can't make the pain stay forever days are gray and the sky is always within reach remember when the past was tomorrow don't burn or bury me push me away I'll fade can I have your nightmares don't know why this moment hasn't passed hollow tipped words through quick shallow breaths remember the day she passed away slip and fall shatter like glass this cruel existence misleads you everyday there is no tomorrow today wasn't supposed to be always looking to the past never saw the future coming I'd rather burn in the night then feel the false comfort of masked sincerity with broken promises and nightmares coming true signal the others let them come and see

Awaken in time to a mechanism eyes flicker at the whisper of some distorted heaven soothed with electric fingers the socket screams a thing so intent on violence an offering made by greedy hands this is the making for a good excuse a substitute point your finger at the scapegoat box ease the blame with self fulfillment a babysitter these are the makings of a "how to" without the will of execution given birth by a subconscious friend

Illegible, incoherent, indecripherable. What does this mean? I'll figure it out eventually, but by myself. The cacophony makes it much harder to hear. Measures have been taken. Time passes and I wait, finger on the button, ready to destroy. Whatever is necessary to ensure survival. And the irony isn't lost on me. But there's no giving up, until your heart stops beating.

I've mastered the art of small talk the bond of wet paper and a friendly gesture giving way to a colder stance a black lung full of feeling remember this he says the machine gives no response I choke on the memories the garbage piles up the machine feeds back he grins lightly and turns away another tree in the forest dies I sleep well beneath my apathy

I've mastered the art of small talk the bond of wet paper and a friendly gesture giving way to a colder stance a black lung full of feeling remember this he says the machine gives no response I choke on the memories the garbage piles up the machine feeds back he grins lightly and turns away another tree in the forest dies I sleep well beneath my apathy

the river get swell
and swept you away
and the night gave way
to disregard
and discussions
in the form of questions
while you shook your head
and i tried to pretend

Place this and perceive, fulfilled this need crossed this line. Take this and live, there is no more to regret. I can see the door, and the birds are more clear than ever. No failing, no falling, no apprehension. So much more, so much clearer, and the world has felt these feet and will again. These miles are nothing. Wearing thin carries very little weight. See to it that you are with me, purposeful and steadfast, new and unflinching. Take this and live and more.

The first morning, the first time you realize you laid it to rest yourself. That God died in you and couldn't save you even then. "Lord come into my life." These scars that never heal and the clarity that allows you to feel. Enveloped, like the dead enveloped. I wanted to change. As if being discarded were that easy and nights ended up being that empty. It's so much more free, you were led by no one here. This place is warm and change is definite. And i've been stripped down time and time again, and left for gray and the cold. Your voice changes pitch and blurs, like storms carry a ship, you couldn't save me even then and i should have known that.

Out again humming that same monotony knowing yet again that familiar feeling that torn chance dream held together by just that little bit by that tiny spec of something promised can you see it yeah well maybe you'll reach it one day along with that calm pool because in this pool it's sink or swim but you're caught doing the dead man's float i wish i could give you something different but i'm lying in the water face down beside you

In reference to what, sew my mouth shut. And Move Out. Because there's no room for you anymore, or anyone. But at least I was wrong about this, but not everything. And everything's changed but me. And I rather fight, dear, than do nothing. Another change of plans, but I think I can cope with this. So give me another chance to give this up. I swear it will stay the same this time.

Plans made to be executed at a later point in time. "The truth is what we make it, not what you see, so ask no questions." And derisive comments, disregard, and humiliation are what we reap from trying to change. They know now exactly where they stand and kneel. Mostly the latter, it's been building up to this all along. Every meticulous step. And it was missed by all of us. Walls built out of self righteousness will keep us apart, and now we are easier targets. So those in favor take note to exploit every weakness that we show you, almost as if we want to be destroyed. Yes, we do have a deathwish. So do your worst.

this is from the sinkholes of the uninspired this is the result of the loss of luster on life and my unsteady hands reach forward for something luminescent to grasp but my begrudging feet move to carry me back to my blue collar veracity this is planned when we're born our lives are mapped you know the formula follow the herd I can't feel any gratification and I don't want to feel any passion or duress no one should have to experience the suffocation of their livelihood but we do and we build these prisons for ourselves be it children credit cards houses or whatever else we think we need we toil to support our own hells well I refuse to be part of a perpetual labor heartache

Finished.
Then we were all poisoned.
The morning arrives and I'm numb.
Through the fields sheeted in ice.
You'll find me, we'll never have a home again.
And they'll never find me again.
So embrace this, it's what's left.
But I'm still here, and I can still help you.

barely intelligible garble is
what directs infects jargon that
steers you to the wreck toiled and
twisted day after day after day
you become withered and worn a time tested
flesh machine
look back at work
look and laugh

claim your place as victim in the perverse knowledge of something to fall back on with hands held so loosely as i pour the water through so many times i tried not to wonder conflicts avoided words mumbled under breath truth buried out behind a face the advantage taken with no thought to rectify when the well is dry they will reattach themselves and again the face smiles but not to mine

Embrace this falling never ending the
parchment tears at the slightest touch, and days stretch to months more easily than you
could imagine. And this continues longer than you could ever believe, until the end, closer than you could see. As the signs were clear in front of everyone. We found the true end here and it was in between. We were wrong again. Just out of sight. And still it comes down, and still it falls. No end, no change. We are left to this sky.

it returns again
it returns again
when you thought you left
or thought you were done
i swore last time
was the last time
and i was proven wrong again
its like everything returns to you

nd it comes for us all, creeping, drawn out, or so quick you feel nothing at all.
This seems to be the only way out, the only option against aiding and abetting.
This is what it has come to, how far we have fallen.
All it seems that is left for us is to fall further, into our own desires, further still from those we once might have called friend. As the actions taken by the masses implicate us all.
We all have blood staining our hands.
Lying to yourself or killing your conscience may ease the guilt.
But that's not enough, they will never wash clean.

These motives seem so long forgotten
so please remind me why i'm in this chair again
and please remind me what is the lesson learned
because your mouth only moves so slightly
leaving me clutching to what you've said
words that are only cut and paste
words supposed to make me feel for esperanza
when she can only bleed me further dry

In reference to what, sew my mouth shut. And Move Out. Because there's no room for you anymore, or anyone. But at least I was wrong about this, but not everything. And everything's changed but me. And I rather fight, dear, than do nothing. Another change of plans, but I think I can cope with this. So give me another chance to give this up. I swear it will stay the same this time.

Take down the clouds and burn the town just leave me a boat so I can escape it's too late I have no intention of calling this off this is where we'll die and wake to black and white dreams with our fists hidden behind lies tomorrow won't come the night builders pulled down the sun with shackled limbs and sleepy eyes touch your last morning forget I ever existed

sometimes the breeze lets me fall, i breathe and i fade away
tonight i'll feel the panic like i did before
tonight i'll sink into the artic
march into the photograph, now

you fall, you climb, you collapse out of control
turning me towards a darker radius and turning towards you
if you still love me would i be alright?

Enlightened by the storm that feeds the depression the play fell from our eyes build a confession laugh as the sky falls shadows within shadows you see it's not there remember the steep streets none were silent all were frayed I can't sleep in silence it's warm beneath the flames with my torn black sheet looking up to see the bottom too dark to see the gray flames in my hands my nightmares are in color build the towers to the skies I've died trying hide between the cinder blocks and loose gravel when did I become transparent fade in and out between the frequencies never asked to live forever hollow and unfair jump to see if you'll live the story has no ending it just finishes here released from reality and forced into dreams sleep well sleeper the liars wait for the morning then they'll come for you

up to this point the story has been played out, sometimes failing, and sometimes in time.
but always present and always feeling just this close to breaking.
there was nowhere else to go and nowhere would have been right.
hiding in corners, hoping for curtains or shadows to hide behind and change the colors of feeling.
building something out of nothing again.
a wall, a door, a pillar, and another place to live and change.
changing again, transparent and out of focus, but with the best intentions always in mind.
but always this close to breaking and the running away never helps.

The soft feet stepping, the blades sharpened and the regard for life wasted away to nothing. As only one rule is kept in mind (with the heart detached from anything worth feeling). And then the fire and the death, as callous hands stop callous hearts, and even the memory is erased with the fading of the light. The tower is lit again (like a funeral pyre) and the silent motives dissappear into the all encompassing shadows. Without a trace, without a memory. How could we free anyone when we can't save ourselves.

Not so strong as we thought,
Drifting through this,
Is where I was caught.
The cure came too little too late.
This is where we lay
And it was more than I could take.
The true face shows itself
And I offered very little help.

"We'll even take the sky away, block out the sun if we can." This has been planned for years. The reasons change with the weather and still nothing has been found but lies. The words take wing to pierce like daggers at the nape of the neck, while the back is turned. This was supposed to be trust, supposed to be for us. Now it all belongs to the few, and only cutthroat tactics and walking over others gets us respect in the eyes of our "god". As the web grows tighter (yet larger) we are all caught. And those that don't see it coming are turned even more twisted than before, without knowing. "Yes we now, will even take the sky away and leave your life as dark as ours." Taken away and destroyed before our eyes. No voices were heard and none were memorable. We were left to our own destiny, failed at that and sought solace in the coldest arms imaginable. We are the makers of our own fate and we failed. We all have blood on our hands.

Colors shift, airwaves move and shape themselves into a perversion of what's right, how we were all fooled. And it continues to never add up. With options disappearing fast, the pacing voice and the burning hate-filled eyes make themselves out to be the only possible choice and truth. So long live the hate and long live the self serving destructive "ideals" that led us to this closed existence in the first place. Trust becomes an ugly word equated to weakness and a foolish path to better ourselves. Tired of deception from every angle and the constant fear (you must stay afraid). Fighting back becomes more difficult and we resign ourselves to existence in the dark (you must stay afraid). And the hate only gets worse. Hidden in the low light the hate only gets worse.

Outgrown these shoes long ago standing taller shooting better the perspectives have changed can't be this way forever the new is tired and old fresh faces showing their lines lives have started and finished watch them pass everyday watching them fall always a mystery when a face disappears don't want to be here but the roots run too deep we don't belong in concrete but where else will we go

With your "burnt to the ground"
And halos breaking
It's been said
Once a hundred times before
So say it again
More posturing and masks
Thinly veiled metaphors
About "angels" can't hide your contempt

"We are an island" he says
The other man smiles and replies
"We are an island indeed"
In deed and in word
We fool ourselves
Something can be done
And nothing is clear or concise
As the transmission of reason

Words spoken from a silver-tinged mouth. So easy to do the looking down when you're permanently entrenched on higher ground. Say these words, cut this skin, sharpen the teeth and i'll bleed. As if bleeding was even enough for you. Turn me away, i'll laugh. Wrapped up, packed, and on the path I made for myself. You can count on that and ascend, with the pleasures of always being in the right. Burn your name, and who you represent, and what you stand for. Erase the pity signals, shave the meaning away, and destroy the message you always scream so loud.