numero uno:
Shock emminating from the open wound
Down cast eyes shy away as the heavens argue
Peace abound on all 3 sides of this 4 facited world
No one sleeps
Glaicers of thought melt and thaw
Hearts cast in iron rust without dignety
Lost Indeed
Pearls for pigs of this demented higerarchy
The prostitution of souls for profit smells sweet
Ignorance no longer amounts to bliss
Conform or perish
A shining crown atop the lards bulbous head
Electronically stimulated to have no doubt
Costume parties of people suites where monsters dine
Alone at last
Contradict your mind as to save yourself
Confront the deamons dancing behind your lips
Package it all for use when you aren't well
numero dos:
Pretty little birds
Petty little creatures
Inside my head they fly and flap
Some soar high
Others hover low
Glancing off rainbows and teardrops
Merging together to make pictures of perfect things
Wings carry views of the future
"Birds of a feather flock together"
Then let us nest in our tree forever
Together we can gly
Reaching unimaginable heights
Beautiful creatures
Inside my head, the thoughts of you
