Once Again
I am that man that's sits in my head(be she?),
who is the man in the back(oh, glee!)
I flee this man of manlyness men,
art for now thou to be as is.
I (flea) am the one whost whast is wast,
to his houst! HIS HOUST, HIS HOUST!
And for nonsense(it's little;none)
doesn't make it fact(for some).
For right I be, you see.
You think im mad, but not it be,
for whast been whast onst to me!
You see I sought you saw or see
whast is is is. and is, is is. IS IS is.
There's green o'er here,
over there(be righth?)
For if I feel on pin, it is I am(it's a whim).
This next ones fast,
you're going hath
to come forth this
the piano and whom plays the piano and its be a u t y i s
the one that lies my meaning. and i'm to keep this going for as long as now is, are.
yes, i will chase your reply. i am just.
I am the little person inside
your head, i am your head, I
am everything inside your h
ead, I am the couches in the
rooms and I am the paint an
d the thing on the shelves on
the walls and the screws in
the walls holding the shelves
, I am everything inside your head. I am your head, I am the little person inside your head.
Silently, think, I can, thoughts of a time we both said nothing at all with—what I believed—everything we had in our hearts, young. Now, we, with love, grow and greaten. Indesinent, unlike life, love, this love, your love, my love, our love; will—and I can't stress and hope enough—never fade.
I try, notice not. Afraid to ask. fear of rejection. Don't fit in, don't belong. Not her. Although I have friends and family I have no one to fill my heart. Undescribed feelings. I'm not here. At least not to you. Why can't you see the most obvious of expressions. Not lust. I sincerely love you. Maybe if I fall off a bride or hang from a noose, you'll notice. Shoot a rocket into space, your heart, explode on reentry, burst of affection. Cupids arrow. Maybe for me? Haha. I doubt it. It's broken when it hits me. Gushing blood, my heart then scabs with hate. Scars all over my body. Erie sounds fill my head. Is this death? Who knows? I'm none
as the leaves of autumn fall to the floor with the corpses of the war.
the crash of the gods like thunder in the rain.
the hail stones drop from the clouds in vain.
we stop. and realize it's all like this thought of love.
not to be heard, but be seen.
yet not even seen, but remembered.
not even remembered, but erased.
from the memory of a birth.
born in this charred earth.
and here we stand with out a care.
now all is barren and bare.
i see you, low and torn. worn and bruised.
pick you up. hold you high.
you feel perfect with nothing then let go.
aside them you fall.
i planned this whole thing.
The silence is piercing
When she says nothing.
When it's said,
The silence is piercing
The defining silence is sung
In the wake of the forest.
In the morn' of today
The defining silence is sung
I sit alone,
In serenity's dream.
Away from a manufactured mindstate,
I sit alone.
My head fills with images of blank.
I see useless space wasted.
Flawless stains say goodnight.
My head fills with images of blank.
Raise me with your kiss.
I think I've died on you.
I didnt say, ''no.''
Raise me with your kiss
I'll wait out apocalypse,
For your love is ceaseless.
My arms are empty.
I'll wait out apocalypse; for you.
The silence is piercing
When she says nothing.
When it's said,
The silence is piercing
The defining silence is sung
In the wake of the forest.
In the morn' of today
The defining silence is sung
I sit alone,
In serenity's dream.
Away from a manufactured mindstate,
I sit alone.
My head fills with images of blank.
I see useless space wasted.
Flawless stains say goodnight.
My head fills with images of blank.
Raise me with your kiss.
I think I've died on you.
I didnt say, ''no.''
Raise me with your kiss
I'll wait out apocalypse,
For your love is ceaseless.
My arms are empty.
I'll wait out apocalypse; for you.
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