rusted wilderness: lost in passion from right from wrong

all of these burning trees tied into one leaf. this city has a funny way of showing its emotions on people. if your not careful enough you can find yourself molding to it. a type of organic waste leaving you hiding in the shadows. suffering the old case of the blues, just sleep it off. so far everything has been going wrong. how many shoes must be filled to get the point? you've been passed due for way to long, just sit this one out. your gun doesnt have enough bullets in it and your knives are all rusted out. if this sunset horizon doesnt come faster, all flesh will be hidden beneath the trees. guiding a serious way of life, the fires rage on in these hearts of millions. i even feel myself adding to the rust of this world. the beauty has lost its glitter since the first real war, from then on we only know how to add to it and perfect it. so i change everything that i am. and i turn to the shadows for guidance. if this doesnt make sense soon then i will disappear. if i havent disappeared yet, it is only because i am still wanting to be saved. but enough of these panic attack bullshit ways of life. im starting a new generation with rebuilding these walls. this rusted city will be an obstacle that i cant handle. load up my guns and clean the rust away on my knives. i am a dead man looking for a purpose. i am a dead man regaining conscious of this world. im sparkling this city up. giving it a make-over. read me in the obituaries or history books. ill be a wanted man with all kinds of charges, and a license to kill. the rust of this world will be swept clean. the earth will be thanking me later for it. i am going to hell for a lifetime. and im taking it all with me.

sleeping ghosts: its so hard to stay insane

before there was sleep, there was a constant disaster of insomnia that struck this earth. all of the children in the streets ran red with blood, and smiling faces. for a second this troubled the earth as they knelled down to pray. even when the ghosts whisper to us at night saying "sleep child... sleep..." even then i couldnt find my way around it. looking out for the world as they trip over themselves a million times, i watch my self get torn apart. theres no wonder why the sound barrier wants to be broken and let off a huge annoying shock all around the world. as every one bleeds for sleep they cry as they drown in tears. getting a grip on what reality really is, i thought this seemed worth it. but i just found myself getting over it again. not even the oceans of the south could drown me in my sorrows. all because ive found myself swimming around this earth only because ive lived with insomnia. and its been treating me well. like the day when all of the wars have stopped, and laughter exceeds in all of the city streets. we cheered that day because we fought fear with love. this worries me because i lie awake every night since insomnia has left me. and i close my eyes thinking. what could i possibly do with the sleep that i have so much earned?

hotels: where flower tulips grow inward

the crime scene had nothing better to do, but change the color on the walls from red to black. she laid there all emptied headed and blanked face. from the mirror of the black wall i felt my heart aching, even with the touch. numb in the face from drinking too much whiskey i stopped to breathe in, then fell in a trap from the cigarette rehab. we just need to settle down and go with the flow. know that no one was even there at all. even if the morning never came, she would be lying somewhere dead, full of rage. all eyes fill up with confusion, this vibe shakes the minds of millions, as were starring at a dead body, wondering why it got there at all. im awakening in disbelief that my life will come to an end someday. most likely someday painfully. while she lays there sleeping. i would probably lie there just wanting to get out of this nightmare. nothing in the streets, could change the way i think. food barely tastes the same anymore. enough dead bodies to fill a hotel suite, their dying as they dream. as they sail off into a better place. Yeah, fairy tales make the world go around. i have enough dead problems with this wrecked body, that i need to stop spinning around. just someone be a good person and cut out this heart. just cut out this. old. rotten. dead. heart. "ill see what i can do with this."