Doe Eyed

Moon called

I run through the trees in no clearing

no clearing.

Water pulled in an unnatural direction,

Called. Beckoned. Sung.

Eyes change from comprehensive to...other.

A moon called zombie.

Running, run, run,

Through no clearing

Through no clearing.

Branch whipped,

burr soaked,

bitten.

Run home!

Something calling, something telling,

whispering,

danger.

Run home.

Trip, stumble, scrape, fall.

The moon is still calling,

but the danger speaks to run.

I’m not ready to face her yet.

I’m not ready for this madness.

This insanity that pulls on the corners of the mind,

That pulls through no clearing.

no clearing.

El Dolor

I wish I could say I made a mistake.
If only I could apologize and make it all go away,
to calm and soothe your aches.

But the only one that aches is me.

A part of me so deep
I don’t even know how to release it.
I feel stuck in a medieval torture chamber,
sexual pleasure mixed with complete mind-numbing pain.

The ache in me longs to scream,
completely fucking wreak havoc,
but my mind stops me.
The fear of losing control,
of losing everything,
too much to allow hold of the reins.

The fact is I have no idea what the fuck I’ve gotten into.

I have no fucking clue where the next step lies,
I don’t even know if there’s a path.
The beauty is that, so deep,
in line with this horrid ache,
I don’t think I care.

I’m ready to let go.

The only mistake I’ve made
is in hurting you.
A hurt you don’t even know,
one you’ll never forgive me for.
That’s the ache I feel deep within my chest
and behind my eyes.
An ache I know I’ll never be able to forgive myself for,
and one I know you can never ever feel.

I’ll hold onto it for you forever.
Just like I’ll hold you forever,
even if you don’t realize I’m there.

fake love songs

Count the numbers out

tick, tick, tock on your tiny little...

Run and run and run away

far from reality

far from comprehension

(your time is running out)

Cover these songs,

because thinking of originals

is another thought beyond comprehension.

Just another cover.

Another scam,

keep your fans,

they're just skin and bones,

soulless creatures craving love.

Just like the rest of us.

Lovely Bones

Bones for you

and bones for me,

we're munching on the dead,

you see!

Take it to the limit,

and feel the crunch of the dried marrow

between your teeth.

I could grow to love you.

Winona

Hiding in the willow trees
that's where you'll find the huddling mess
"weeping with the willows,
it's worth the waste and the wuthering wisteria"

Winona was a funny girl,
always talking in riddles
and playing with old rotten dolls.
She claimed she saw only in blues, whites and violets,
the color of the flowering wisteria.

They said when she ran away,
that there was no use trying to find her.
They said no one could ever find her,
even though we all knew where she lie.

Under willow tree we found her,
rotted and decomposed.

Her tattered clothes and old dolls askew
along with her small old suitcase,
full of her favorite knick-knacks and toys.

Winona was nothing if not detailed.