Instrumental

when best attack turns greatest foe


flickering eyes downcast
when everything you think you know

fast; now; or; go
slips out of reach slips
down
too
\low

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blue consumes all it finds
That is when the fire lights.

Elevator

Hidden tears slip away down
the rock facade
as I climb
but it's too slippery.
I will fall.

Synopsis

Stairs wrap around the mindset of the
Moment, Big stairs that are forever like stars the day was
a chalky red even though the sky was gray. And the woman
was a box and there was another
boy who has eyes like a shotgun and they both
smiled and walked away the
only
ones in the city that day

therearewaytoomanyfrickinpoemsaboutyouonthisblogandineedtogetovermyself

Through the week
It was a knife
stabbing slowly in and out
attempting to slow the beating of my heart, sawing
it in two, but only pretending to because I didn't even know. Still don't.
Through the month, it was fine, I was
Fine I was
Silly I thought it was through
But now it's two down, one to go, full count and
I don't think I
Can take the
Pressure
Especially since
the worst
part of this
irony is that
it was true every word of the song and the poem and it really is true there is a climax violent delights have violent ends leaves become most beautiful when they're about to die nothing gold can stay october was full of tears and rain and wan't it ironic that i left out august

Lightning is a quick flash resulting in unexciting ashes

Break sharp
through tar
hate bitter
turs in-
to nothing at all >hum< when
you repeat
it too much
the seasons change so fast sometimes
you know for a while it will be soup and snowpeople but after a week we'll be like dude where the hell did all the leaves go

The Versitality of Metal

Gone like the covers
Now everyone's cold
Gone like the curtains
Now the light is blinding
Gone like the butter
Tasteless
Like
A
Bird
chained
to
a
birdcage
even
if
the
door
is
open
he
will
never
ever
be
free

Underground System

Hey ya'll... reflection poem, I'm thinking? So feedback? Danke. :)

One of these days the world will crash
Oblivion
Boom
Done.
Political vehicles evacuate the politicians
And the people smart or scared enough to seek them out
There was too much following of followers following leads
So our Earth tried to follow the Sun to follow the trend but that's not the
Natural way of the solar system
So
Like I said,
Oblivion,
Boom,
story ends slowly then,
Ashes.
Life is smoke and tar and metal and gray, mostly
But before this happened
Maybe we should have considered the end.
Upheaval of the general public,
Together our efforts combine and twist, strengthing like roots underground,seeking water
In the fresh soil, extending deep and forming the foundation of our character.
No more puppet show,
Sorry kids.
We can save ourselves or we can
Save each other.