matryoshka doll of 1,000 faces

Mistress of 1,000 faces, those looks they can’t replace

The love we hide internal braces, support this heavy makeup case

You say your line, I step off queue, curtains we say adieu

Nowhere to one run but from the stage light, into the dark of night

But there’s just something about her, Lon Chaney

Just when I’ve found her, she changes with the moonlight

Silent as the days erase, phantom of the memories

You fold into curtains what you hide, masked in plain view like Mr. Hyde

As we struggle to see eye to eye, the shades those pupils lie behind

You see me but can I see you, or just what you want me to

But there’s just something about her, Lon Chaney

Just when I’ve found her, she changes with the moonlight

Is it the face for which you hide, or just the motives

Is it the devil in the details inside, or just the alibi

Somewhere in the actions of the actor there is truth

I’m just waiting for this nesting doll to find its end, and the face to never change again

But there’s just something about her, Lon Chaney

Just when I’ve found her, she changes with the moonlight

the 13th Doctor

I keep having these dreams in which love comes back to me at a fixed point in time

Women I've forgotten are now stars on a cloudy night

I can only see them when it's dark enough for them to shine

Don't even care about skin touching skin, these things can come at their own time

The only thing that keeps me sane is just what drives them back away

My love is a TARDIS that's too stubborn to be driven, it just takes us where it inclines

I'm the last of the time lords counting down to my thirteenth life

Pushing companions away to save them from a life of constant strife

Forever stranded and lost in all space and time

All those times I can' let go of in my mind

I keep awakening in deep space not knowing when or where I am

The calender has given up the ghost, time stands still here

The man I am should not exist, his existence puts all at risk

My actions always bring us here, my cowardliness to incline

We could have been something, she said, could have been a contender

The only honorable way out now is to travel back and make her not remember

I'm the last of the time lords counting down to my thirteenth life

Pushing companions away to save them from a life of constant strife

Forever stranded and lost in all space and time

All those times I can' let go of in my mind

I keep forgetting to set my stop watch, consistently late at record time

The adventure no longer holds me, never excited for what I'll find

If the attraction is the action, I could go on living blind

 Remove all lust from the retina, no way into the minds eye

Not to say I'd go for saint hood, it's far too fun to sin

I'm just sick of being crushed by this big blue heart, that holds far too much within

I'm the last of the time lords counting down to my thirteenth life

Pushing companions away to save them from a life of constant strife

Forever stranded and lost in all space and time

All those times I can' let go of in my mind

the whoracles abstinence

It scares me how easy it is to say a word like whore

As easy as it is to be, as easy as it is not to see

Confuse lust for love, charity for company

To be invited for the night and stay for eternity 

We give up a piece of ourselves every time we lay

Is this next one really worth giving up what we have so little left of to give

I'm no different, this is no childish finger pointing, it's a gentlemanly handshake

Something to bind us like a pact to not keep making the same mistakes

Like all these loneliness based decisions that bring us here time and time again

Like falling backwards into the arms of friends for who're not truly your friends

But I understand it's hard to see clearly when their song sounds so comforting from above

Bellowing from clouds seated for gods you long so much to sit among

But those welcome and open arms can't always be trusted

As some just tempt those lost from the path with inebriated hugs

A warm bed to rest their tired and lonely head

Watch a three headed beast make love like that of two

And spit out that extra wheel as soon as the fog has lifted through

Leaving the one even more alone, with even less to give

No thoughts do they give for the one, just feeding a habit with a living drug

But me, I'm not better, I strive on what I can't have

Only to obtain and lose interest

Like a child scared to grow into a man

But yet the wisdom teeth still grow

These hairs they fall and what stays shall grey

As I still pretend time has no hold on me

And lie to myself that it's not too late to change

But it becomes harder to ignore with every rising sun

These eyes may be tired but gain more clarity with every passing day I run from

This is where the obsessions come in

 Bury myself inside a living tomb surrounded by my possessions

Things only obsessed over in an endless effort to rid myself

Of the feelings I can't seem to keep housed or at bay

And on the days when my eyes can't close tight enough to block out that sun

On the days when the smell of female skin is enough to make me come undone

Those are the days I fall apart

My strength abandons me and I'm left to fight for my own meal

In a forest I know nothing of

I find the spots I vaguely remember from dreams

I look for bones in the dirt around familiar trees

I change with the moon and awake an empty, sorrowful man 

Knowing in my heart, I've killed again

whales don't cry

There’s a whale on the hook, I use my nose as a fishing pole

The more I lie, the further out my bait goes

Small teeth but the tail is large

Re-cast her as bait and try to catch the stars

We’re eating good tonight, true love is on the plate

Masturbate the meat let the blood ejaculate

Dipping bread in the puddle that the dead love makes

Cutting slabs off the heart and eat her hopes till my jaw breaks

A little bland, add a pinch of salt

Make soup de jour of this geological fault

Meals over, I’m not full and I feel like a waste

Sure she looks good but it ain’t how she tastes

Call me Ishmael; yeah I’m stranded on a boat tonight

And I swear on my life, yeah I swear my soul,

Captain Ahab won’t rest till his leg is whole

Yeah he will grapple thee, from hell’s heart at thee,

For hate’s sake he’ll spit his last breath of fire at thee

Call me Ishmael; and I’m stranded tonight

Peeling back the skin to get a full look at the grin

Let’s count the teeth inside to see who’s hiding more within

Release the dirty animals petrified between the gaps

Reanimate the dead so they can find another trap

Out in the deep blue, remembering what it’s like to breath

Was it love or just loneliness that made her fall for me?

Tripping over that first stone that stubbed her big toe

She started crying when see seen the blood, so I took her home

But who’s the prey here, the shark or the fish

Was it the chum in the water that gave birth to that first kiss?

Wake up paralyzed to a surprise sneak attack

Because the one you love no longer loves you back

Call me Ishmael; yeah I’m stranded on a boat tonight

And I swear on my life, yeah I swear my soul,

Captain Ahab won’t rest till his leg is whole

Yeah he will grapple thee, from hell’s heart at thee,

For hate’s sake he’ll spit his last breath of fire at thee

Call me Ishmael; and I’m stranded tonight

The captain’s lost his beans; he shaved off his face to see what’s inside

Been writing love letters to a whale postmarked 150 years back in time

But the skin was too much, he clogged up the drain

The letters were overkill, he ran out of things to say

And so started this endless tour of sea that’s been nothing but grim

Searching for a whale to get revenge upon or loose another limb

And no, he don’t care who he drags into the bottom of the sea

He’d put his own mother in a locker if it meant he could live ghost free

And who am I to say he’s crazy, I’m the one following him

Looking for the ghost of a whale chewing on a pirate’s boot, size 10

Hanging my head overboard to hide the tears that are rolling warm

Jealous I don’t got my own fish to chase around this storm

Call me Ishmael; yeah I’m stranded on a boat tonight

And I swear on my life, yeah I swear my soul,

Captain Ahab won’t rest till his leg is whole

Yeah he will grapple thee, from hell’s heart at thee,

For hate’s sake he’ll spit his last breath of fire at thee

Call me Ishmael; and I’m stranded tonight

flying south for winter

The days the birds fly south I can only walk slow

Slow like I have all the time in the world

But then I remember my only invitation is home

On days like these I can't blame the birds for shitting on me

I know it all steams from pure confusion

I've become part of a scenery with no moving parts

A weathered park bench with no place to park

It's when I notice the breeze on my finger tips and the tress breathing

In a world which can nail you down if you let it catch you sinking

That I find it hard to find my way home alone

 

Tender be the hand, to farm this land

As I walk with no place to go

Tender be the hand, to lay mines in the sand

As I follow bread crumbs home

 

If you can't count your friends when you're off the clock

You should find a new job or thank your god you have one

An associate till the bitter end, in payment we will bond

It's sad when a bar stool seems welcoming

When a night alone lost in film seems like a night out

When the alarm clock is the only reminder you have someplace to be

Like how fear of dying alone reminds me to die slow

 In a cage in which my obsessions rapidly mate to a point of my own critical habitat

A fine wine aging to be an adolescent youth, a new-born body in a state of decay

A tired heart begging to stop, scared to share the disease from which we rot

 

Tender be the hand, to farm this land

As I walk with no place to go

Tender be the hand, to lay mines in the sand

As I follow bread crumbs home

 

This can it holds something, I'm sure I'll find it at the bottom

If not this one the next one, drink 'em till you don't got 'em

My attraction is a dime store romance

A modern day heart full dodger

I will love you until my belly is full

Pack you a lunch and ask you home

The pressure of my pen stroke, should tell you this is no lie

I will camp for you to be first in line

Wait patiently for that moment our last love bell chimes

And tear you limb from limb with my words every time

 

Tender be the hand, to farm this land

As I walk with no place to go

Tender be the hand, to lay mines in the sand

As I follow bread crumbs home

lemarchand's box

Love's my ancient puzzle box, an endless pain with hopes of ecstasy

Light bulbs never talk, they just shine light so we can see

We're an endless dial tone, waiting for a familiar voice to say hello

We're just skin and hollow bone, waiting to grow wings and fly home

If the inclusion of you is my torment, what I foreseen to be the death of me

Why do I let the good times play on loop and make me feel more empty

No one ever said this game was fair, right now I understand your Gods silence

If you have nothing nice to say just walk away and quickly drop those eyelids

I'm waiting on something more than a warning

I'm waiting on something more than a light to flash

Tell me we're safe

I'm done waiting... we're not safe

It's hard to close a door when you only see it as a bridge

The hinges worn from swinging back and forth, mother natures revenge

You make a better window, I make a better floor

You have something worth looking into, I just lie cause I'm bored

My love flickers back and forth, like white noise on a TV screen

A missing Link with missing hearts, in search of an aspiring Hyrule queen

We play adult games like confused kids, toys forgotten under the beds

Endlessly in search of what we've lost, that which we should have left buried and dead

I'm waiting on something more than a warning

I'm waiting on something more than a light to flash

Tell me we're safe

I'm done waiting... we're not safe

I present to you a murder mystery, a game of clue with living pawns

Let's fall deep into our crime, forget which side the lines are drawn

So much attraction to the distraction, a prince in lust with the black swan

Anything to blind the eyes to the red we apply to all we lay our hands upon

But as the sweat breaks, the mirror warps and shows the monsters we've become

A twisted version of our former selves, bleached of happiness and love

All this because of what I can't seem to let be forgotten, memories are just cancerous tumors we feed

It's the act of watering that keeps the pain alive, like a puzzle box that hides the suffering we seek

I'm waiting on something more than a warning

I'm waiting on something more than a light to flash

Tell me we're safe

I'm done waiting... we're not safe

the masks we wear

In a matter of time travel this distance won't mean a thing

As these arms I hold crippled by my side revert and reach within

These days a hello is hard to welcome, still practicing my goodbyes

Pushing the knife I stabbed in my own back clean through by and by

We all have masks we wear, some of us in our unconscious mind

These masks we wear won't mean a thing, when the eyes behind are blind

We're a planned bastard child, another franchise to keep the legend alive

But given the out we won't let go, the dream of living the promised life

In the story I fight for you, slay dragons and let loves kiss break slumbers hold

Only to wake and find this hunting dog is maimed, his teeth are only capable of letting go

We all have masks we wear, some of us in our unconscious mind

These masks we wear won't mean a thing, when the eyes behind are blind

No longer sure of my own face, under the plastic skin my flesh feels raw

I've been on stage too long, under lights too bright, my costume feels glued like trees to saws

Fancy threads can only hold so long, now worn and torn, they compliment only time

As my last lines escape my mind, and the curtains close our loves bell chimes

We all have masks we wear, some of us in our unconscious mind

These masks we wear won't mean a thing, when the eyes behind are blind

shark history week

Lips locked so tight, you can not read these words

Squeeze life through mashed teeth like a mother bird

If I’m the monster you’re the Von Frankenstein who created me

I’ll play the part of the shark if you play the part of the impending sea

Follow the wind when I sail, no faith in my moral compass

A captain’s captain with only scars and tattoos to adorn this chest

Steering with a bloody pulp and a hook from the hand grenade

I held frozen in my palm, too scared to share the pain

This journey is something of a mystery

I’m the storyteller who’s forgotten his own history

Cast shade like an umbrella with only rain to excite me

Living in a dry land without the luxury

I’m forgetting who I aimed to be, the target hides from me

This game of tag was more fun when “it” wasn’t me

Chasing shadows only to find no bones attached to them

All my friends are dead living as ghosts with translucent skin

I see the outline of a female and kiss the wrist for a pulse

Fingers outstretch only to find my own flesh and even this feels false

As the remembrance of what we are and what we can’t be

Encourages me to take up solitaire and leave you all hiding in trees

This journey is something of a mystery

I’m the storyteller who’s forgotten his own history

Cast shade like an umbrella with only rain to excite me

Living in a dry land without the luxury

Living in the darkness of my own mind makes me long for a stalker

Someone to obsess over me now and help me cross the street when I need a walker

A true fan, die hard, insert oversized foam number one finger here

A wedge to keep me on my toes and keep open the door I’ve kept closed all these years

But it’s a dying battle when anyone that close to me will soon become infected

Turn into a female me and need to swiftly be ejected

Cause if I can’t teach myself to love myself, no one will

A shark can’t sleep; he only rests, and must swim while or join the rest

This journey is something of a mystery

I’m the storyteller who’s forgotten his own history

Cast shade like an umbrella with only rain to excite me

Living in a dry land without the luxury