Tedium continuum

 The sun glints off her feet
And I sit swaying on a perversion
Trying to rein it all in
But the instinct's a beast on its own

The uncertainty cooks up in the hot car
As the jangles churn up a storm
I don't know if I can get past this
Eight years morphed into a life support

The familiarity brings on an uneasy calm
I'm just content tuned to a tide
This day will pass and the next one too
With me just behind still clinging on

Is it all telling on me
Am I the one that was meant
Or just another cog that fits
Turning and spinning
On an invisible pool
Round and round
In stateless rewind
Wound up
Wound up
Wound up
Wound...

The printed card

A locked house holds a thought
It floated up high and picked a spot
Then they came and they saw
Oh the irony of it all

The light that dawned was so dark
Couldn't see through the words that were
Then they spoke and they spewed
Minds so wrought with prejudiced eyes

A fleeting hour with a friend long gone
Gifts a smile and a printed card
Now it's gone - a castaway prop
The price to pay for a little healing

The hurt and tears are here to stay
A pink void framed with wasteful hate
But the whisper still lingers on
In the soul it flaunts the thought

Ultimately...I'm responsible

Redemption Day Reverb

How I wished you didn't turn up
And been the runaway bride 
I wanted you to be
That fated day when we spoke our vows 
All I could see was the look in your eyes
The dancing, the toasts n swollen smiles
I was so lost through it all
Then we drove off to a thrown bouquet
Never looked back until long gone
All I can remember when I turn back now
Is the endless love we made all day n night
Wish it all could have stayed that way
But then I had to be the man I was always meant to be
And break you down for all the things I couldn't be
You still held on to the pieces that would never add
Until the day when you disappeared in a haze
I can still remember the look in your eyes 
As you slowly faded at the edge of my rage 
Now I sit here waiting all alone 
All walled up and chained and a number by name
How I wish you would turn up again

StrungOut

Soul snacking pantomime
Testosterone mites
The filth of you
Descendant of mine
A needless hour
Swallowed whole
A godless myth
Fair-weather hounds
A pound in time
Deceased divine
Perfect bone
Limbs in catatonia
Twilight fangs

Measures in kind

A papal sin

Fool proof parody 

Offspring woes

A commoner twitch

Apples of greed

Crimson me

The beast of you

Manifest prose

Soul searching paradigm

HaLOw

Do you want some reason
Let me feed you some conscience 
Then you start seeing the shit 
In the light of my blindness

You want to be the sycophant
I've been waiting with the chains
To castrate your fleeting will
Mend yourself in a manic strain 

Do you want to see reason 
Drown in my bleeding blasphemy 
Be the pretty please messiah 
The fading sign on dead bosoms

Join me as one and wail
Nine dead cats and a healer
The fault lines are caving in
Ride along to the mountain tomb 

You descend and I rise