In the Event That This All Goes Terribly Wrong

Disappearing like the fog

It feels a little slower

Scattered like roses

Countless roses

On top of a funeral pyre

Never reavealing their true form
'Til they turn to ash, and
Eventually die
Buried under

Six feet of dirt

While they weep

For their dignity

alphabet

numbers and letters are bloodcells

they bring language and speech to life

like a thousand dreaming sleepers

they reveal our innermost thoughts

without them we would be paralyzed

left for dead on our beds

never to dream again

Better

i have an itch creating a great divide
between regions in my mind i can't design
caught in an avalanche falling under snow
how far down can i sink before i fall below?
the winter is cold here, i bet it makes you cold too
a landslide is coming, it's pulling me through
this cold cold air is folding me too
into tiny shapes of paper with no hint or clue

i was a satellite hovering above you
i was that twinkling light, shining blue
like flourescent light in the dark of night
i will shine on you

i have a pain i've been meaning to fix
and film rushing by these two second clips
my eyes aren't vacant dear, they're just itching for you
and if i were pulling you under, i'll go under too
i was wishing on a star and it was crashing to the ground
sometimes the ugliest words make the prettiest sound
i have an itch that's been burning for you
and if you were a star i'd be burning too

i was a satellite hovering above you
like some shimmering star that's twinkling blue
like neon lights in the dark of the winter
i'll realize it was you

the Decomposition of Various Lifeforms

Last Sound the Drunkard Made

pull my strings
make me swell
up like a balloon
then float off
into the midday sky
tip your hat
to the passing of time
to the passing
to the passing of time
to the passing
hey kid,
don't you know better
than to be messin' around
with fire?
your arms like tree branches
stuck full of needles
don't you know better
than to be messin' around
with bullets
your head full of lead
and bricks around your feet
the nation watches you sink
straight down that well
to the very very bottom
to the very bottom of that well
y'better learn to swim before you drown

Long Live the King

a thin tall man wearing a long black oil coat
spilling his words on the hardwood floor
he emptied that cup boy
he never knew how to let you know
the syllables all seem incoherent now
walking with 30 dollars in his pocket
walking with a cane
he fell out and fell hard
out that window
late one winter's night
hitting the concrete
the last words he spoke
"long live the king"