“Motion Inside Motion”
Dream,
Inside a dream.
Live,
Inside a life.
Inside the subliminal,
Motion of motion.
Down the tracks,
Wrecking into life,
Into the unstable stability.
Opening a broken window,
Flaws become laws.
A falling shooting star,
Paints a sublime memory.
Dreaming a reality,
Blurring the lines,
Breaking the laws,
Becoming the laws.
Falling inside,
Mixing with this,
Fated epiphany.
Living,
Inside a dream.
Dreaming,
Inside a life.
The subliminal,
Motion of motion,
Thought of thought,
Life of life,
Is flawed.


“Moving”
When I moved,
To this town,
I never knew,
I forgot myself.
I tried to find,
That little kid,
Everyone used to know and love.
Days and nights,
Spent alone.
I remember,
The time I slit,
My throat in a dream.
It was so fun,
To lay in,
My puddle of blood.
I forgot,
Myself when I,
Moved up to this judgmental little town.
I always tried,
To find myself,
It was useless,
I was gone.
Days and nights,
Spent alone,
trying to find that kid in me.
Someday I’ll,
Stop wasting my time,
On a dream that could never be real...
Lying in,
A puddle of blood,
I finally found that kid.


“My bloody buddy”
where’s my buddy?
Where’s my knife?
I need it now,
More than ever.
Don’t take it away,
I need my buddy,
I need my knife.
You took my knife?
Fine,
Where’s the pills?
I want the pills,
Let me die.
I need my friends,
My knife and those pills,
Now more than ever.
Don’t take them away.
Don’t take my friends away.
My only friends,
My knife and those pills,
Now more than ever.
Don’t take them away.
Don’t take my friends away.
My only friends,
My knife and those pills.
Fine,
I’ll let my gravity be my judge.
The window will greet me.
How about a little jump?
Lets jump,
I’m going to.
Goodbye.


“My queen”
Nobody wants to see,
Her in pain.
Queen in one mind,
Demon in the other.
Reality clashes,
As the two forces destroy,
All that is,
And ever will be,
My queen.
Disease to one,
The only cure to another.
Dreams are distraught,
As reality rapes our thoughts.
Nobody wants to see,
My queen in pain.


“More than I am”
Follow me down,
Into the hell,
Created by my pure torment.
A picture mocks me,
With falling shards of glass.
Into the hell,
The picture finds out hell’s truth.
You’ve always been,
More than I am,
Able to mock with a glance.
The future burns eyes,
While hell consumes all lie.
…So follow me down,
The dark hall,
And look into hell’s picture.
The puppet will hang,
Tangled in strings,
With so much misery held.
The puppet will speak,
With a dying wail,
You’ve always been,
More than I am.








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