hollow hellos and poorly executed goodbyes

I've sunken far below the shoreline once or twice in my day

Tripped over many a raised up crack in the road

Just as I've stolen my fair share of the covers away

Left one too many with an exposed shoulder turned cold

And still some days it seems I'm back to square one

Mathematics has no life long passion for love

You either add or subject to the underlying sum

It seems no equals can exist once that first damage is done
 

This is that moment you can't catch your breath

Your time to speak with no bounds of the love you possess

But now it's here and the words are all caught in your chest

Final glimmer of light in the dimming of night
Lips last chance to align but you can't get it right

This is your poorly executed goodbye
 

I spent all night awake rehearsing just what I would say

Auditioning in the shower to water run cold

Collect my composer with a coffee and a notebook to hold

Leave no hands free to pull you near and never let go

For in that moment I am putty and your smile is two hands

I knew I would fall apart and lose all my form

Whatever I had scripted fell into your quicksand

You played my limbs like a puppet, I was yours to perform
 

This is that moment you can't catch your breath

Your time to speak with no bounds of the love you possess

But now it's here and the words are all caught in your chest

Final glimmer of light in the dimming of night
Lips last chance to align but you can't get it right

This is your poorly executed goodbye
 

In these moments love means more than saying we won't stray

But with distance these things become hard to uphold

This world is fields of mice and we are birds of prey

We take what we want with no apologies to bestow

I can't stop my abuse, without an outlet to feed

I thought it could be you, I thought it could be me

I've been taking so long and hiding behind empty words

It's only fitting to now lose what I don't truly deserve
 

This is that moment you can't catch your breath

Your time to speak with no bounds of the love you possess

But now it's here and the words are all caught in your chest

Final glimmer of light in the dimming of night
Lips last chance to align but you can't get it right

This is your poorly executed goodbye

blizzard of frozen rain

I'll deal with the snow when it falls. I have a garage full of shovels and I know all of them on nick name basis. I call one spade because she can't be trusted. I call another old rusty cause she's been around so long I can barely remember her real name. There's another I call hunger and another I call pain… I don't quite remember how they got their names but they both seem fitting on cold winter days. Most others I just call Jane because it's such a common, unappealing name. I use them all, but only one uses me back. She's my favorite, although I would never tell her that. The way she pushes when I pull, drags when I go to slow. It all drives me to the edge, but I wouldn't have it any other way. So fuck this warmth and bring on the winter so I can bring back the numbness… just me, my shovels and the frozen rain.

void pantograph

I strive to be clean but can't seem to stay fresh

This dead soap just barely covers the tell tale stench
Of what I no longer want to be

I was once told these chemicals can only harm

Make you forget you stink, forget you're a number greater than one

As the alcohol sinks in and changes you within

I look in the mirror, and all I see is void pantograph

There is a scent to a new shirt that is welcoming
No dead skin smell to keep me pondering my demise
Like a light bulb blown the flash only lives when i close my eyes
Taunting me to move in the dark
Based on memories of what I remember the room looked like
As I frantically feel for a wall to support my absent sight

I look in the mirror, and all I see is void pantograph

A string of paper folded endlessly
The same dead shape cut once, lives on repeatedly
Shared hands that connect until nothings left
You can sever the head but the snake will slither till the bodies dead
Swimming in its own blood, till someone pulls the plug
And drains the filthy tub

I look in the mirror, and all I see is void pantograph



uni-pen

As wings spread like fire and burn in desires name

The air grows tighter, sucked into shallow flames

No profit from the travel, this is no poor mans game

Only the paper plane that unravels shows any kind of gain

Fist clenched too tight, eyes too tired to see

Is it her face that's a blur, or the love she shows for me

Been down too long to have any kind of faith

To anything more alive than this coffin that I chase

As liquid light leaves salty parallel lines on burnt cheeks

Unaware of any moisture till I'm drowning in my own personal sea

I brought myself to this mountain, it was my idea to climb

But the higher this body gets, the less the mind knows why

This can only end badly, air too thin for two

Yet I'd still drag on asphyxiated, if I thought it was just me and you

Eventually the trail will weaken, inevitably the excess of feet will cause a slip
Personally trained myself not to get caught holding anymore weight than I can lift

Learned to love letting go, now it's hard to get any kind of grip

To anything more than this borrowed pen holstered to my hip

But still I ache for a link to connect this dirty chain

But I can never seem to shake the rust that keeps my heart shackled solo to this pain

knock, knock... who's there?

She was one mess of an insurgent, highly volatile detergent

A support beam in the wind who dreamed of getting bent

Easily destroyed by the weight of life

Singing with her finger tips to anyone who would hear her strife

Consistently confusing attention for attraction

A gold fish in a bag looking for distraction

But heavy came the weight of the fish bowl

Fuck your plastic pirate ship, this is not home

We all swim but some of us forget to sink

It's not a bad tidbit of knowledge to know how bad the toilet stinks

I'm not saying that defeat is the option

But sometimes you gotta knock if you want in

 

Knock, knock, knock...no ones home

Knock, knock, knock... no ones home, for you no more

  

Dirty come the deeds that we do dependently

Life ain't a fairy tale, this ain't serendipity

A forest planted too thick, how did we ever expect to see

Beyond the cluster that this paper makes for you and me

We could climb tall trees until there's no more sky

But could it ever be enough to satisfy dead eyes

Fire fuels the greed, fooled into lust

Why is it so easy to love, but so hard to trust

A rubber tire only stays round for so long

The road wears and tares until the true shape is gone

Sometimes no matter how hard a man tries not to fight

It ends with two crossed swords in the dead of night

 

Knock, knock, knock...no ones home

Knock, knock, knock... no ones home, for you no more

 

The light burned blue on her little pale face

Addicted to the heat, omitting with no trace

Never one to be static, toes not known to grace the same space

She stretched herself so thin she no longer had a waist

But needy girls are never satisfied with just one man

Ears perked up for the ring,  telephone glued in hand

Sending secret text messages to one then the other

An under cover lover under far too many covers

I guess you gotta learn to move quick before the guns inevitable bang

Every day has a number, every bullet a name

Insurance could have had your back if you had ever filed the claim

The mailman won this battle, the guard dogs been maimed

 

Knock, knock, knock...no ones home

Knock, knock, knock... no ones home, for you no more

the cutter

Fingers under knives
We cut just to change the print
Blackened nails hold deep to fault lines
Giving way to the chipped bone below
This is that situation in which you wouldn’t want to be left alone
Showing compassion like a mongoose to a snake
Server all social niceties and let instinct take hold
Once captivating colors lose all meaning
Favorite shade becomes the tone of the skin of the backside of your eyelids
Opened just to wipe the excess build up away
Letting tears form just to clean the narrow pathway
Not capable of feeling anything more than your empty breaths
Dulling all senses in that hollow chest
Like cripples in the sand, we just can’t seem to stand
As we slowly sink away

fog

Somewhere beyond this static

There is a tempo and it moves me

Hidden like a fairy tale melody

Sleeping soundly till its silence no longer soothes me

Looking back and forth to find nothing

But dirty distractions that haunt me

Because they want all of me, and I none of them

Caught in the eye of the storm and it won't blink

Dry as a dessert, nothing lives here

I implore nevermore that I want more

Learned long ago no one is listening

 

To these phone calls

To these text messages

To these love letters

Failure to communicate

 

These walls they hold me

So tight I can only dream of letting go

Something has to break

Watch this house of cards fail to stand firm and fall

Pain in the neck caused by watching

& waiting for an illuminated phone

I am a compass with no directional rose

Just another Pip waiting on Estella to come back home

And show a shine to the person lost so long ago

Maybe help me refresh my mind

And remind me of times without

 

All these phone calls

All these text messages

All these love letters

Failure to communicate

 

The floor creaks as I pace back and forth

Killing all my time till doing nothing is okay

Face permanently sour like a lemon licking a lime

Depression is never far away and reminds me everyday

A mind that is too stubborn to shut down and die

Creation my only distraction but the hearts not in it today

Art created just to create

Like a belly feed just to eat

I take the cattle out to slaughter

And feed the calf all the meat

But still I wait on

A phone call

A text message

A love letter

Failure to communicate

silent nova

I picture words around your face

But can't seem to speak when the light hits

I'm lost on this planet of apes

And can't seem to find my silent Nova
 

Twisted in this wreckage, going nowhere, we've finally done it

Twisted in this wreckage, we're nothing

You damn dirty apes have finally done us in
 

Beneath a crust turned to ash

I search for records of its past

Finding only hatred lasts

The will to kill what's not in our path
 

Twisted in this wreckage, going nowhere, we've finally done it

Twisted in this wreckage, we're nothing

You damn dirty apes have finally done us in
 

You can lock me in your cages

This bodies a shell which has no hold

Live an entire lifetime with no ages

Hunted down like milestones
 

Twisted in this wreckage, going nowhere, we've finally done it

Twisted in this wreckage, we're nothing

You damn dirty apes have finally done us in
 

What's civilized behind these eyes

Still haven't found any answer

But still beauty lives in the disguise

Of the illusion of what comes after
 

Twisted in this wreckage, going nowhere, we've finally done it

Twisted in this wreckage, we're nothing

You damn dirty apes have finally done us in



classical mechanics

We live and die like a car crash

Violently fighting to keep this vehicle in motion

As inertia brings our journey to an end

We quickly scramble to buckle up in time

But the action is in motion and will not rest

Ejected from seats, feed to worms, feed to birds in a nest

This is our first law of motion

We move till we cease to be

The force it lives in you and me

The momentum was too great to slow in time

Mass only carried us further along

Velocity pushed us far beyond the finish line

Endless endeavor to preserve our present state

But ours are not the only bodies in motion

And the resistance never takes a break

This is our first law of motion

We move till we cease to be

The force it lives in you and me

If only Aristotle had it right

Without an external motive power we can rest

But the absence only wakes the heart inside the hollow chest

Loneliness renews impetus to replace the taste of longing lips

An equal action to forget the accident

That spun us off this narrow cliff

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

let the miners weep

If every verse starts with she or he,
I might as well pick up the phone and save my wrists the pain

It’s not that I don’t have the words inside,
but with this lack of perseverance they won’t come to life

Only the animal of lust escapes,
turning my poems into analogies for sexual games

Never to show the softer side I hide,
the one that gets lonely at night when the stars won’t shine

Yellow canary in a cave so black, she took the gas into her lungs, she ain’t coming back

Yellow canary in a cage so small, she put her life upon the line, yeah she gave her all

Yellow canary in a calm of night, she flew away into the silence, well out of sight

Yellow canary in a coma sleep, she’s down and out for the count, let the miners weep

This world is full of bangs and neon lights,
making the darkness more elusive than a pig in flight

Trying to jump start our hearts in the dark,
we use two black cords never see a spark

So here we sit on an abandoned road,
a misplaced detour took us way off course

In a silent ghost town no ones coming back,
only killers stayed behind to harvest bones for lamps

Yellow canary in a cave so black, she took the gas into her lungs, she ain’t coming back

Yellow canary in a cage so small, she put her life upon the line, yeah she gave her all

Yellow canary in a calm of night, she flew away into the silence well out of sight

Yellow canary in a coma sleep, she’s down and out for the count, let the miners weep

Biting my lips as my fingers move with ease,
a technicality that stings like angry bees
And as I light that fuse I know before it’s sent,

these atomic love letters won’t make a dent

We’re just machines counting bricks upon the wall,
waiting for the mortar to retire us all

We’re just machines rotating pictures and sounds,
waiting for the curtain call so we can fall

Yellow canary in a cave so black, she took the gas into her lungs, she ain’t coming back

Yellow canary in a cage so small, she put her life upon the line, yeah she gave her all

Yellow canary in a calm of night, she flew away into the silence well out of sight

Yellow canary in a coma sleep, she’s down and out for the count, let the miners weep

holy water

Bottled empty space, the liquid only waits

For lips to kiss the taste, reveal the chase

Too scared of noises bodies make

When alone they only stand to break

In search of soiled earth to shake, and fall in place

We all taste the same, like holy water

We all look the same, like holy water

We all shine the same, like holy water

We all burn the same, like holy water

Fingers pricked to feed, give life new seeds

You can give but do not take, you're a past mistake

When the future washes bodies clean

The engines purr, the cogs they heave

In a machine that can't break, no parts to replace

We all taste the same, like holy water

We all look the same, like holy water

We all shine the same, like holy water

We all burn the same, like holy water

With hands that can't see, we dot our eyes

Make crosses of our stick figure t's, evil get behind

With a mind too scared to lose control

We clench fists tight and won't let go

With a toothless face, we smile wide

We all taste the same, like holy water

We all look the same, like holy water

We all shine the same, like holy water

We all burn the same, like holy water

sinking or shrinking

She said goodbye and put a pad-lock on the door

Swallowed the key just to be extra sure

But then fear stepped in, poured water on the floor

Now there’s a river between two oceanic hearts that live as shores

And she’s been paddling herself back and forth

In a boat safe for one and no more

And every time she lifts her oars, she creates tidal bores 

As her boat sinks slowly, forever lost offshore

It’s not the transport that is sinking

The destination is just shrinking

He drove away and down shifted his pain

Removed all maps from a glove box with no fingers to count his claims

Let them fade from his memory, rip holes in her frame

Erase all existence of previous travels like a father with no son to bare his name

But with no maps to guide him, all those dark roads looked the same

And that town he found felt welcome, but wasn’t found without aim

Littered with faces of retired actors using alias stage names

He’s been home all along with only himself to blame

It’s not the transport that is sinking

The destination is just shrinking

In the morning neither one of our victims learned a thing

Both held captive by their own stubbornness and refusal to change

Still chasing phantom ghosts, finding only emptiness and turning self estranged

Lining up lovers like coke cans in an open heartless firing range

And as the bodies pile high, so rises the odor of their fame

Angry townsfolk grow tired of their antics, bring torches to set flames

To these monsters that only take, and give back nothing but pain

Both too blind to see it’s the fear of losing love again that has made them this way

It’s not the transport that is sinking

The destination is just shrinking