falling

Brush her off because you don't care anymore.
borrow sundown; but you couldn't, could you?
held on tight but not tight enough.
Let go and down went everything bright you ever had.

rolled over and noticed things are much colder and darker this way,
pull the covers tight and wish it all fell away.

no trust for no eye

My third eye is drying up
my heart is rotting inside this bodies coffin
a man held his glass eye
and told me he could see this happening

i couldn't believe him. and I wouldn't.

who could trust a man that couldn't see?

"crash and burn"
that's what he said.
Crashed and burned.
that's what we did.

Hi

Well, I never post on bluebirds anymore. Or even blogspot.

if you like pictures
Love&Sick
if you like gray/black&white
Girl in Grey
if you like typography
the type of girl

I haven't written in over a month.

i'll update with older stuff.

A mountain can turn to dust,
Just as a heart can turn to coal.
With my self as the timber,
And your lies as the fire,
We will paint this canvas.
Place the mask over that which you hope to disguise.
Cover it with black,
and black,
and black,
and black.
Leave no white for it is your non existence,
A statement against unity.

I am so insignificant,
In this steel coffin built of metal,
and bolts,
and hate,
and uncertainty.
Bury me deep.
A tiny morsel amongst mountains of dirt.
Give me a window. My constant reminder of a
Never ending silence.
Give me a door, it's grainy texture
Painted red.
So that when I resurface, I may exit.
Only upon leaving such a depth does one realize.
You can never go home again,
You can never go home again.

2006

In your hands, I commit my soul
Release the grip of death on my life
Sweet anointing, flood your waters
Unleash the dam of my heart
Reach within the depths of those treacherous waters
Thrust your power upon the damage done
Crush these imperfections
Put the deadness to rest

Arise, evoke, waken my soul
Lay me in the miry clay
Restore my inner being

Hot iron upon the flesh
Brand me in the name of He
He who died and rose again
The sears in his wrists impressed upon my own
Blood seeping down my face
The warmth upon my cheeks
The warmth of your sacrifice

It is Done.

I have moved