THE CARVING WALLS # 1
crying without tears
drown away your fears
drink it away/smoke it away
light up a j and sit in the corner of an empty room
the illumanation is between your fingers
you begin to slip away untill it burns them
but only time will tell when you begin to ignore it
black finger tips and calusies
dirty, unshaven and cold
thought that escape my mind
hundled in the corner of this room
shirts with holes and a uriane stains on my pants
dark bags under my eyes/pering out the widow for signs of life
are they coming for me?
is it safe to be here?
why not?/fuck it!
rolling up in a ball
i wish i was in my mother's womb because being outside has only brought me disconfort
THE CARVING WALLS # 2
a sip of coke, some dip and a little poke
this branding iron is way too hot
why is this name on my ass so hard to make out?
who is this person i see in the mirror?
my fist is bleeding
i hate this shattered image
but i see it every day
smiles behind a frown
sad clown
up on display for the masses to goke at
telling me one thing and doing the complete opiosite
do what i say not what i do
fuck you!
THE CARVING WALLS # 3
crawl up into a ball/naked, shaking and shivering
out of the womb/ice cold
wish i was there again/it once was my home
mother take me back/i want a second change
only inside your mind do i feel the warmth
the brite light that gave off presise heat
hope to god i felt something else than confort
intense caring for a person/their best intrest in mind
there will be nothing without compassion
absain from using one another
live to better others/not just yourself
giving to someone who really aperseates it
expect nothing but their love for you
don't let you pride get in the way
except others complament without hesatation
learn to look into someone's eyes and see if they meant it
THE CARVING WALLS # 4
leather skin and needles
the dust is inside the tissue
my nerve endings are melted away
with every sitation there's a problem that can't be solved
convental means of getting out of things do not serve a propose anymore
it's too hard to except reason
logic has left it's dust covered door
kicked open exsposing the filth and decay of my life
I see nothing but pieces of a former being
slapped in the face and the wounds are still bleeding
heart dripping and messy
I'm tired of cleaning up what seems to be unnessary
searching my mind for answers
wishing for something that not there has made me numb
trying to get along is a losing battle when your not strong
keeping myself in a good mood is too tendius of a job for me to handle
eyes closed, pented up rage and the color red
don't look at me that way
too much is unsaid
I see your pupils become small and tiny
don't cover your hate and disgust for me
don't lie to me
it's in your eyes
your be able to read me in time
the knot in my stomack is too tight
skin starts to peel and cuts begins to form
the image of you gets smaller and smaller
now it's black as night
where's this white light people talk about?
THE CARVING WALLS # 5
thin red line
pain in my spine / in the back of my mind
wondering in caves
the painting on the wall are fresh
i thought i was ahead but i'm still far behind
was it worth my effort to try or am I just in the way
I can't think of a time
a moment where I fit in and felt whole
childish and inmature
growing up too slow
I thought I was doing the right thing by staying
but where can I go
do I have a home
I so tired of being extra baggage
I so tired of starting over again
why can't I get/stay stable
nothing ever last too long
life passes you by
in the blink of an eye
THE CARVING WALLS # 6
your blood on my finger tips/fresh nail marks on your back
death on the tip of your tounge/red tears dripping down your cheeks
it's too late to beg me for your life/reflection of a knife
listening pantiently for your last breathe
wishing for a quick death/your too inpulsive
i cannot give it to you that way/you need to suffer for your evil transgressions
i'm ten times worst than you can ever become
winged asaylen stocking your dreams
bloody dryed slit wrists in front of you face
laying on a bed of nails/the pain in my body spreads to the brain
waiting, wondering when i'll get my next fix
not much left but a soulless creature
inhabbed by thoughts of torture and the neverending pain
burned bodies in a boil and shit soaked world
THE CARVING WALLS # 7
i can not hear the children cry
deaf of their inicent screams
eyes open but blind by hate for mankind
it's so peaceful to see them all die
void of pain and caring/in the past i would of cared
thoughtless zombie working himself to death
not longer worrying about the beauty
listening to all the wrong ideas
running out of time/lossing your mind
beware of nothing/believe in nothing
a tombstone with your name on it
they made me this way didn't they?
who are they?
the madness in my mind or society
most of the problems in my life we're created by me
my tear ducks are now dry
THE CARVING WALLS # 8
such variables are problematic
touch the needle as it falls from the sky
where it lands is either a hit or a miss
distant from caresses without time to mend
people ponder the meaning of life inside a glass box full with sand
does a answer to a question just pop out
or is it too difficult to penatrate
they pierce the skin
it rips like tissue
new clues form out of the lame issues
sometimes i understand less and less
THE CARVING WALLS # 9
the worlds spinning around me
from the top of my head to the bottom of my feet
making everthing so blurry
everything around me still spin out of control and fall to my feet
all the faces are black and gray
eventually crumble to nothing
like paper, like burnt paper
like green paper, like greed
it burns and burns and spins and spins out of control
too many conflictions
so much lost by false convictions
too many contradictions
were too blind to see false visions
they all suffered
they all suffered
who are the blurred
do they excist in my head
are they buried and remained dead
do I really hear their screams
do I really feel their needs
are they really all free
it's all a big fuckin' loop
when will the cycle really stop
or will it contine to loop
it's like the earth is dangling from a noose
I see lies and begin to spiral into nothing
untill the end of time
hopefully
THE CARVING WALLS final
in way too deep/steppin' over my own feet
under the yellow and black biol trying to breathe
taking in alittle bit just to get use to the taste
was this laced/did i go back to old familor habits
every side of wall has daggers
dripping blood on the muddy ground
four bound women were sacrifised
hanging from their blades
tears of shame/their disgrace
slit throat gashed open
all cries for pity were unheard
all cries of pain ignored
eyes eventually sowned shut
see no evil/they don't need to see each other
nothing can bring them confort
no one knows a fuckin' thing that has transpired here today
4 women, pawns in a game
pleasure and pain/ it's all the same
fufilling some sick fuck's fetish
but in the end someone's getting off
THE CARVING WALLS poems written by Mike Davey
Copyrighted: Mike Davey 2001 All Rights Reserved