maceman

i need rest is this the place? i am broken tired, a disgrace ragged breath my mouth is dry is that you when i lift my eyes? tears won't come vision is blurred hands shaking my speech is slurred seeing things i'm seeing sparks i collapse my eyes go dark see a light i feel your hands see your face my body demands food rest drink you can't help me i'm here to die please don't leave me here to die

the warmth hasn't faded your arms around my neck we never did get jaded when you were sick, i cared let you sleep in my lap i'd have helped when you're scared do you know or do you care? five days ago you loved me yesterday what happened? it's just amazing how so little changed but still, even now you've grown so cold where once was fire if it grew old why couldn't i be there? five days ago was i cold? yesterday i just melted now you laugh at someone else not me anymore if only you'd known my self how i felt five days ago but my insulation is sure you could never know if i was hot or cold five days ago life was g

hollow faces stare at me empty people, think they're free rows and rows here on the plane are they happy? are they in pain? i don't, i don't think about them or where they're from; what about them? it's so cold and drab in here so many gathered, and still no cheer? this flight is for non-smokers for criminals and jokers we're all here on our business trips fasten your seatbelt; the plane slips

that's her fifth drink already and still she asks for more look at how she walks: unsteady how's she keep off the floor? she is crying: 'i want to forget' i can no longer feel pain everything 'round me is numb hello, will you tell me your name? why am i so stricken dumb? and now i wish i could forget he is there, alone at a table and wreathing himself in smoke he's emotionally unstable but hides it by telling a joke he sits and smokes, but can't forget

i'd do anything if you'd stay and hold me now change for you, be anything you wanted me to be now make my life nothing if it would make you smile for you, there is nothing i wouldn't hold worthwhile give up my identity just to touch your face throw out my solemnity if i could have your grace

they shut their doors at sundown and threw me out into the town the shifting shadows spur me on by the morning i'll be gone lost to glory's false dawn i stagger through the empty street it's hard just keeping on my feet i lift my voice in silent song hope my paths are never wrong draw no notice going along the gates are shut when i draw near but they can't stop my leaving here i climb the walls, stay out of sight thankful for the lack of light like a nothing in the night by the morning they'll forget that i was ever there, and yet i know that i was more than just a memory with a wanderlust but now i tarnish, now i rust the

I went to the cemetary today with what's left of my family. We had a jar full of flowers: red carnations, blue irises, not yet fully in bloom. A light rain fell, and this seemed to bring out the colour more. The flowers were beautiful. It's been years since I was really sad about the death of my mother, and probably about the same for that of my grandfather. I have very little memory of my mother, though I like to think that she was a good person. My grandfather was a local hero, someone everyone knew. And they knew me: I was Bob's grandson. He was my namesake, someone to look up to, though I doubt I could ever dream of doing what he has don

you should see what i wrote you all the pleas and bad poetry these boring rhymes just won't do you deserve much more than me i've been awake far too long just writing these stupid words i think i may come on too strong all this shit is getting absurd i'm drunk on wine and lack of sleep writing notes you'll never read crumple it up, add it to the heap of love notes you'll never read so now i'm pouring out my soul but i'll just throw it away i'll never reach that simple goal so why not just give up today?

an empty gun, a silent room her peace comes at last the only one to see her doom was the one who never cared the darkened sun makes shadows loom turns her blood a darker red a sudden sound sent to her head the angel of peace, so fast and so i found her: lying dead blood matting her sable hair i was astounded by the red that stained her pretty face her witness fled and withheld grace as she breathed her tragic last while in her head, his flawless face twisted and mocked her despair she now lies dead, a desolate place watched by one who never cared

i still remember the night you told me it'd be all right you said you loved me, too and my hopes and dreams were true i still remember the way we'd laugh from night until day and i remember that you loved me in everything but reality i remember how we would kiss in those moments of perfect bliss and lying in your arms i was safe from all possible harm i remember the way you'd caress away my tensions and stress and i knew that we would always be in everything but reality i know that i think of you and you think of me too but it's simply not the way it was meant to be today i can hope and pray and dream but in the end it al