Meatballs
And close calls
He can never seem
To quit cleaning..

Master of the matrix
May just be maintaining
I'd hate to malfunction

Once I understand
how it all works
It's my fault....

And now your hurt

Eventually convinced
I might be cursed
Because I can't
Hear the call..
No longer

Probably be hobblin'
Over
higher
hurdles
soon
And surviving rougher seas
Than I have ever seen

But,
Nobody can wage
A War like me

Sooo

Bring it!

Soft rains drift on winds of change
Pitter-patter on my window pane
Enchanting the Earth with life renewed
By playing an old, nostalgic tune
That brings back melodies
The years had erased
Immersing me in
Your forgotten embrace
And for a moment,
My darling,
I see your delicate gleam
Rising from the asphalt
In small bouts of steam
Dancing along the empty lane
Tormenting me in my lonely disdain
For I know
Our separation will be long
But until we meet once more:
Soft rains drift on winds of change
Pitter-patter on my window pane
Playing you my love song.
Can you hear it,
My darling?

Claw marks on the walls
Cover my vision
All I can see
All I can breath
The sea of green that blankets me
There's been a breach
In cell sixteen

Ripped and picked clean
Sound of broken glass
A broken voice?
And soon all is silence except a sound cannot be described
Realises he must be the last
A son at the end of the corridor screams out for dads help
Shifting and phasing, a pulsating mass

These are dreams
I am he and he is I
Who am I then
Am I even me?
Senseless makes you panic
Panic makes it easier to rip and pull you clean
A whispering voice drills into the psyche

Funk plays in the distance
A favourite band
Followed by screaming you've never heard
Followed by the soundscape and the clawing
Follow it
Good.
Good ******* God

Wake up
The claw marks still pressing
The sickness inside
Find it
The only way
He's escaped from cell sixteen

Find him in his hole
The hole there
Yes
The hole there!
Climb in and find it
Pick and pull it clean

Can't take it back now
We've found a new home
A new home
A new home
A new home
A new home
A new home
A comfy rocking chair
A nice new home in cell sixteen

i reached out for your hand,
so i could follow you to that heavenly place
but my fingers slipped out of yours

and i started to fall
weightlessly
further and further down

i saw your face grow smaller
as i fell further
though the clouds
and back into the atmosphere

with eyes wide and pitiful
your hand was still outstretched
like you were reaching for me
even though you knew i had to go

i felt the wind surround me,
guiding me away from a distant dream
back to a harsh reality

without you

Is death as peaceful as I have imagined?
Will give long-awaited relief
Knives in back to the wall have me pinned
Wounds heal
Not the greif

Attacks from demons leave throbbing scars
Love will stop the pain
Soothe the tissue burning like cigars
Adding life to happiness slain

More cuts appear quickly as stitched
In my skin like engravings
Stuck into flesh
Cannot be switched
To tattoos like clocks at daylight savings

Now time passes with zero meaning
Might just stop altogether
Waiting for the instant I'm sent careening
As I die
Descend into the nether