Jefftildeath
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Aug 26, 2006
- Messages
- 379
Bricks (written 06/23/06)
Nothing is real and that's fine, because I know now
A thief will try to steal what's mine, it's a raw town
It's a BrentwoodLife, a dull scythe,
a thousand deaths, so hold your gripes
No one's listening, no one cares,
the truth is treated as demons in nightmares
Fight smart, but never fight scared
Never expect your counterpart to fight fair
Hands up, protect yourself at all times
I write rhymes with the aid of mother greenleaf divine
So I can shift my perspective from murderous to accepting,
seething and wretched. It'll only kill me if I let it
So I get back up and knock Superman to the floor,
whores will be whores,
So Johnny get your gun, get your key and lock your doors
There ain't ever gonna be room for one more
She knocked down my wall, but I got all my bricks back
I'm fucked and you can't fix that, it was a mismatch
But I can rebuild and refill with vinegar and piss
Stiffen my wrists, ball up my fists and put your death on my wishlist
With the gift of the rift I relearned I'm a misfit
The hints were cryptic, caught a glimpse and felt gifted
With blindness revealed, ask myself, how'd I miss this?
Had I chose to keep my eyes closed or am I just oblivious?
Secrets sleep silently in the mind of the lascivious.
Completely coordinated and contrived,
from the lips of the deceiver to the ears of the deprived
One begs, the other chokes down the white slime
Easy to hide and hard to find. No one else gets inside.
No one here gets out alive. Rely on enzymes.
Strength of character is in decline
Give blood to the one that you found that night
Stare blank into mirror at the love of your life
I was broken and used when my dreams took flight
No reasons, no right, no plan, no invisible man
No one waiting with open hands - just lies
Now I'm a weapon, a sheild, a blade to wield with hatred and zeal
I've become a better person since forgetting to feel
I smile while I'm caught in the gears and the wheels
I grin at the pins in my skin and my eyes
We've all heard the word, but how's it defined?
What happened is dead. Right now? Is mine.
--
**Most of what I write is meant to be read aloud, so a lot of the punctuation is really there just there to guide the verbal rhythm
Nothing is real and that's fine, because I know now
A thief will try to steal what's mine, it's a raw town
It's a BrentwoodLife, a dull scythe,
a thousand deaths, so hold your gripes
No one's listening, no one cares,
the truth is treated as demons in nightmares
Fight smart, but never fight scared
Never expect your counterpart to fight fair
Hands up, protect yourself at all times
I write rhymes with the aid of mother greenleaf divine
So I can shift my perspective from murderous to accepting,
seething and wretched. It'll only kill me if I let it
So I get back up and knock Superman to the floor,
whores will be whores,
So Johnny get your gun, get your key and lock your doors
There ain't ever gonna be room for one more
She knocked down my wall, but I got all my bricks back
I'm fucked and you can't fix that, it was a mismatch
But I can rebuild and refill with vinegar and piss
Stiffen my wrists, ball up my fists and put your death on my wishlist
With the gift of the rift I relearned I'm a misfit
The hints were cryptic, caught a glimpse and felt gifted
With blindness revealed, ask myself, how'd I miss this?
Had I chose to keep my eyes closed or am I just oblivious?
Secrets sleep silently in the mind of the lascivious.
Completely coordinated and contrived,
from the lips of the deceiver to the ears of the deprived
One begs, the other chokes down the white slime
Easy to hide and hard to find. No one else gets inside.
No one here gets out alive. Rely on enzymes.
Strength of character is in decline
Give blood to the one that you found that night
Stare blank into mirror at the love of your life
I was broken and used when my dreams took flight
No reasons, no right, no plan, no invisible man
No one waiting with open hands - just lies
Now I'm a weapon, a sheild, a blade to wield with hatred and zeal
I've become a better person since forgetting to feel
I smile while I'm caught in the gears and the wheels
I grin at the pins in my skin and my eyes
We've all heard the word, but how's it defined?
What happened is dead. Right now? Is mine.
--
**Most of what I write is meant to be read aloud, so a lot of the punctuation is really there just there to guide the verbal rhythm
