Sunday, October 16, 2005

there is something in me and it needs to get out
but its comfortable and has a hearty appetite
a single glance at a pair of stars coronas
drowned in an ocean i can never defend
can drop hoarfrost on everything i feel
maybe if i just turn up the volume
and drown out the daggers in everyones polite words
the guitar strings will cut the tendons and the veins clean away
and a coarse voice will boil away the skin and flesh
as the drum pounds the bones to dust
and i might just come out as nothing at all
an empty space built on nothing but effects
and empty of all its own causes


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