strength

there is a cross on my chest
it hangs from my neck
that sits on my body
two feet on the ground

standing on the dirt
running through the fence
sinking under water
falling to my death

grinning through the fog
proceeding to the clouds
coming back again
and simply letting go

defiant as a youth
cursing your every name
realizing the only truth
saving my guilty soul

god is helping me take strides
in becoming a better person
baby steps, slow but straight
one breath at a time

today is a good day to rot

the days are getting brighter
my hair continues to get longer

the clouds rest over in the distance
today is a good day to rot

the cars seem to be slowing down lately
my thoughts tend to be tedious and difficult

an overindulgence in a single thought will be the death of me
and today is a good day to rot

my friends are not as real as they were at the start
but maybe i should stop making excuses

because i'm wasting my days singing songs and playing guitar
slowly losing the appeal i thought could never die

i am not hungry, i am not angry, i am not ready for you yet
my fingers will not leave the confines of my jeans

there is a crack in the sky where we always used to play
and the hole in the hull defied the crew's attempts to bail us out

i watched my skin grow pale and fade to bone
today must be a good day to rot

wallpapers of isolation

in this isolation i feel so much comfort
feeding my inner being senseless
i've long been insane, gasping with disconcert
delirious like the spiral in which i transgress

i am the master of the symphony
creating and controlling the masses as they stand
rolling the winds with righteous harmony
smooth sounds that fall apart and expand

playing loud from the corner with the yellow flower
fading portraits hanging from fading wallpaper
right at this moment from the edge of this hour
with such awestruck beauty and earnest candor

i am so alone on the inside, weeping like a lost child
going about with thoughts of fruition
but while expectations remain tired and mild
there is still no truth and certainly no recognition

the bird in the sky is art, your trailing glance is a start
with no end in sight but traces of love on my empty face
dancing with pure joy from the deepest caves of your heart
this situation is all i have, our minds they interlace

the phony little fucker and his hopeful dreams

tous ces mots, ils n'ont pas de sens

avec pas de place pour les erreurs ou prétexte

all i want is a solid night with everyone i love
but a giant void that fills my chest is all i'm thinking of
it is the entire ocean flipped upside down
no one left but me in this desolate town
making movies of my life so everyone could see
the handsome and educated man that i'd grow up to be
if only i could sleep tonight with intentions of waking up
your pretty trembling hands pouring your drink into my cup
lovely birds they sing my song for everyone to hear
before i dig this hole i've been dreaming of so i can disappear
i hold it up so only i can see the sunrise of my soul
progression of my slow demise and none of my control

two pills in the morning before two more pills at night
to keep my mother happy and to make me feel alright
watch me as i go higher up above the world so high
like a pretty little diamond in the empty sky

alright then

i am bigger than you today
and there is really nothing you can say
they love the light and i am the sun
chin held up high as i continue to run
the world is revolving at just the right pace
and in it i am beaming with absolute grace
taller than mountains, higher than the skies
finally seeing all the colours with my very own eyes