I felt it that day And not hard to say I could never see But felt right away I felt it a bit
Whirl our way, dearest deceaser! This is your time and ours to fly! The time to fly nears, The deceased thrown in fears, While the living await death!
In you and I There is a war That will not fly Without a sword You wield in hand
I write to you for I am alone And you are my last resort My time I wrote on a stone Of the moldy and broken sort I lost the hammer I used
I lie on my bed A pen in my hand My brain does not stand I cant use my hand I don’t understand
I’m having a feeling But don’t understand I look at the ceiling And I cannot stand She used to be torture
Worthless be the starlight That’s never seen at night And worthless be an hourglass If we lose track of time. Worthless be the speaker
I fall And as I fall I see black Black everywhere For my eyes are closed And they will not open
I walked in as I did every 7th of… And as I caught up on the situati… I noticed a fly go into the room. The fly landed on the wall Where the stains of the previous a…
Call what you see, if you please. Loser, creep, weirdo... At least say it to me. To me. Me and not them,
Four seats empty, six seats taken. And I had one with a view Making sight seem lesser blue. But for those who seem mistaken, They would tell me stories too.
Am I blind or deaf? Am I seeing right? A so beauty sight A sound like a breath And eyes oh so bright?
Gathering, Gimmicking, Frightening, Mimicking, Making the urge Of the march go away Symphony, Melody,
I stare at the sand upon these bla… I sit on their crippled and bent a… Think still on the words that thei… And sit in the dark as a common wa… The day is not bright, so it seems…
With the Roaches I share An inanimate Stare And a messed up appearance That I cannot bear A Thought without clearance