Motionless a maiden stands, alone to sea and sky,
Alone with only memories and unanswered questions why,
She remembers how they once met, that time not long ago,
And the cruel waves came beating, on the rocky shore.
She remembers with such sadness,
The joys of love now fled,
And how they held each other, so close, but now instead,
No longer he beside her, no longer hand in hand,
And the cruel waves kept beating, on the stony sand.
No one can soothe the feelings that stir within her breast,
No one can give her comfort, or put her mind to rest,
Distraught in her unhappiness, she walks on all alone,
And the cruel waves beat harder,
I stay alive
One breath; at a time
Even though I try
I fade, in time.
Im not as good as I used to be
My blonde has turned to gray
Tell me now what Im support to be
Memories have faded away
Guess this is my fault
Cant blame you
No words to speak
Nothing to say
If I held on any tighter
I would surely slip away
Words spoken escaped my lips
Wishing I could turn back time
Picture fades;
You walk away
The scar that will never heal,
In time
As I grow jaded
And, cold
Make the most,
Of my time: Alone.
My grasp
Now faded, worn, and old
How I spend my time, alone all day
Slipping
And my thought of you
Slipp
Hate, Fear, love, and longing
Tangled, strangled in a heartless spiders web,
Empty, silent, alone, and still
A vacant room, a motionless body
Bursting to scream unspoken emotions
Dark, cold, damp, and dead
No light, no sound, no will to live
Grey eyes, swollen and weary from acid tears,
Stare blankly into the stale darkness
In hope of something real, anything,
A light, to lift this cloud of loathing
All inspired by the lack of you
Eerie silence
Pop
Goes culture
As if
A childrens doctor doctored children
And I became
Medically
Domesticated
Banded like gypsies
On a scarlet
Vista
Overlooking
My son
To talk
Of genius
To know
Anything
It has been
So long
And ironic
To twist dark galaxies
Amongst sugar
Burning
Fuel
And tires
Akin to geometry
As the wheel
And carbon
To the plastic Jesus
Motionless a maiden stands, alone to sea and sky,
Alone with only memories and unanswered questions why,
She remembers how they once met, that time not long ago,
And the cruel waves came beating, on the rocky shore.
She remembers with such sadness,
The joys of love now fled,
And how they held each other, so close, but now instead,
No longer he beside her, no longer hand in hand,
And the cruel waves kept beating, on the stony sand.
No one can soothe the feelings that stir within her breast,
No one can give her comfort, or put her mind to rest,
Distraught in her unhappiness, she walks on all alone,
And the cruel waves beat harder,
I stay alive
One breath; at a time
Even though I try
I fade, in time.
Im not as good as I used to be
My blonde has turned to gray
Tell me now what Im support to be
Memories have faded away
Guess this is my fault
Cant blame you
No words to speak
Nothing to say
If I held on any tighter
I would surely slip away
Words spoken escaped my lips
Wishing I could turn back time
Picture fades;
You walk away
The scar that will never heal,
In time
As I grow jaded
And, cold
Make the most,
Of my time: Alone.
My grasp
Now faded, worn, and old
How I spend my time, alone all day
Slipping
And my thought of you
Slipp
Hate, Fear, love, and longing
Tangled, strangled in a heartless spiders web,
Empty, silent, alone, and still
A vacant room, a motionless body
Bursting to scream unspoken emotions
Dark, cold, damp, and dead
No light, no sound, no will to live
Grey eyes, swollen and weary from acid tears,
Stare blankly into the stale darkness
In hope of something real, anything,
A light, to lift this cloud of loathing
All inspired by the lack of you
Eerie silence
Pop
Goes culture
As if
A childrens doctor doctored children
And I became
Medically
Domesticated
Banded like gypsies
On a scarlet
Vista
Overlooking
My son
To talk
Of genius
To know
Anything
It has been
So long
And ironic
To twist dark galaxies
Amongst sugar
Burning
Fuel
And tires
Akin to geometry
As the wheel
And carbon
To the plastic Jesus
Current Residence: Naugatuck, Ct. USA deviantWEAR sizing preference: 1-2x Print preference: Whatever.... Favourite genre of music: Underground, Indie, Anything but country... Favourite photographer: David LaChapelle, Jonathan Shoup, Lithium Picnic, Adam Wallacavage, MP3 player of choice: 160GB Video iPod (black)
Favourite Visual Artist
Brian Krezel, Dan May, James Jean, Jason Freeny, Jeff Soto, Joshua Petker, M. Gamperli, Ron English
Favourite Movies
Tideland, Strangland, Edward scissor hands, Repo! The genetic opera, Across the Universe.
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Too many...
Favourite Writers
Hunter S. Thomson (r.i.p.), Robert A. Heinlein, William S Borroughs, Carlton Mellick III.