today and yesterday for the rest of my life. by darksune, literature
Literature
today and yesterday for the rest of my life.
I hear the words your trying to say they seem weak and far away
the static on the line seems to say there's nothing here go away
its ringing ringing never singing soft echos of a lie
today and yesterday for the rest of my life
beeping beeping love is seeping I can hear it on the line
your love you send my soul to save but it will never reach me in time
idle tone, silence, tears begin to form the question that has bothered me since I've been born
am I alone or is there still more
I hear the words your trying to say they seem weak and far away
the static on the line seems to say there's nothing here go away
its ringing ringing never s
(8 bar intro) a dark winter night the mountains of yore cold icy wind nipping your bone. let the hunt commence let thy killers roam. in the dead of night we descend like wolves. across the froze plains, to a place well know, the old dwellings of, our ancient throne. our exodus forced by a people unknown. across fields and rivers and mountain holes. we delved deep and long in the gloom of the soul. to exact revenge on the ones who hold. the heart of our fair kingdom once grand and warm now descended into rubble and rust.
the lives once extinguished by the grieves of the detractor harkens us to hasten our quest all the faster a dark winter ni
dye my skin with your heroin,
pluck my eyes with your lulibies,
paint my ears with your spoken voice
as I lay down and die
take my sin from within
leave my side like butterflies
hold my hand while I begin
to lose myself in your eyes
break my heart with your bobbypin
take my voice with your fire light
hold my head when I give in
bring me home tonight
dye my skin with heroin,
pluck my eyes with lulibies,
paint my ears with your spoken voice
as I lay down and die
I guess these years are no more then a dream lost within a memory, a tired rendition of truth and lies. oh to see now the people who have scorned me whom have envied me and who still prick me as the thorns on a rose. at their languished beauty I peer, into the depths of the venom that has poisoned them, I weep for there souls. let their indentured servitude yoke them like oxen to pull and push this tower of freedom to the ground. I ask only this, release me, release me so I may turn this pain to ash and my body to dust. for to strive on in these times are to ask a fish to fly, the body may be whole but the spirit and mind have broke. the imme
I take another swing and stumble.
my knees broken and bleeding,
sweet sweat drips from my brow,
i take a breath and stand again
nothing but death will bring me down!
taken steps fumbled eyes swolen and dark,
i spit blood on the ground,
I take a breath and step again
nothing but death will bring me down!
caught in a landslide of emotions,
they storm and rage i feel the pain,
I take a breath and open my heart and let it out,
nothing but death will bring me down!
I feel the knives you hurl at my back
you can't touch me anymore
I take a breath and let love in
nothing but death will bring me down!
as I stand and look
I hear the words your trying to say they seem weak and far away
the static on the line seems to say there's nothing here go away
its ringing ringing never singing soft echos of a lie
today and yesterday for the rest of my life
beeping beeping love is seeping I can hear it on the line
your love you send my soul to save but it will never reach me in time
idle tone, silence, tears begin to form the question that has bothered me since I've been born
am I alone or is there still more
I hear the words your trying to say they seem weak and far away
the static on the line seems to say there's nothing here go away
its ringing ringing never s
hollow whispered willows a gasp silver wind of little mass
laser loss of in between green on green the middle seen
pale bone of summer beamed between milky pillows on the screen
crafty talk of black cloaked cravens walk amongst the withered ravens
tell tale signs of undeciding while the rain clouds keep dividing
secret whelps kept command delighted by the silent lambs
disabled sentient swine sit back and let the howling pack attack
the bird fly free their souls untamed not wanting to play this mortal game
the birds fly free their souls untamed not wanting to play this mortals game
slowly steeping silent save me's come creeping fro
falling to far to grasp ahold
you will give in or you will fold
and every day your growing old
you will give in you will give in
so what this is the anthem of our time
money the only thing to make you feel right
so what this is the anthem of our time
we will fall or we will rise
so what this is the antem of our time
selling ourselves to make a dime
all the important people with there heads held high
to hide the fact they feel small inside
while corperate pig's run prices to the sky
as petro kills the world inside
so what this is the anthem of our time
we will fall or we will rise
so what this is the anthem of our time
hurt
So theirs this game were we live on a boat and we start off learning all the things we can do on the boat which is truly everything and anything. so heres this boat satans boat drifting on these light waves that are being sucked into a black hole. as we live on this boat people tell us what true and whats a lie. theirs drug, alcohol, women, fighting, se,x hate, love, fame, fortune; anything you could ever want and outside theirs just nothing so after a time you see that you really need to get off the boat because theirs sheeple that try to bring you down and attack you. so you decide to build a spaceship spending time colecting all the thngs
let go. nothing in this world can be owned. just momentarily stolen from the universe. moments stolen and hidden deep within ourselves until we're six feet in the ground or just dust in the wind. we claim them as our own we cherish them and lock them away until we wither and fly free from our binding flesh. in our flight we see the gift that were given squandered by every breaths we took. the onus always on us. those moments just memories turned to myth and forgotten by everyone who ever meant anything. the wheel spins out the same story again and again until it's so contrived so pathetically prosthetic that every act of life had to be lived
today and yesterday for the rest of my life. by darksune, literature
Literature
today and yesterday for the rest of my life.
I hear the words your trying to say they seem weak and far away
the static on the line seems to say there's nothing here go away
its ringing ringing never singing soft echos of a lie
today and yesterday for the rest of my life
beeping beeping love is seeping I can hear it on the line
your love you send my soul to save but it will never reach me in time
idle tone, silence, tears begin to form the question that has bothered me since I've been born
am I alone or is there still more
I hear the words your trying to say they seem weak and far away
the static on the line seems to say there's nothing here go away
its ringing ringing never s
(8 bar intro) a dark winter night the mountains of yore cold icy wind nipping your bone. let the hunt commence let thy killers roam. in the dead of night we descend like wolves. across the froze plains, to a place well know, the old dwellings of, our ancient throne. our exodus forced by a people unknown. across fields and rivers and mountain holes. we delved deep and long in the gloom of the soul. to exact revenge on the ones who hold. the heart of our fair kingdom once grand and warm now descended into rubble and rust.
the lives once extinguished by the grieves of the detractor harkens us to hasten our quest all the faster a dark winter ni
dye my skin with your heroin,
pluck my eyes with your lulibies,
paint my ears with your spoken voice
as I lay down and die
take my sin from within
leave my side like butterflies
hold my hand while I begin
to lose myself in your eyes
break my heart with your bobbypin
take my voice with your fire light
hold my head when I give in
bring me home tonight
dye my skin with heroin,
pluck my eyes with lulibies,
paint my ears with your spoken voice
as I lay down and die
Greed replaces compassion
The mediocre celebrate mediocrity
Truth is crushed and crucified
The prophets are in prison
The bottom line, the strategy
The game, twists and spins
A sham virtual life
Human units bred to consume
Food, water and shelter
The primal necessities commoditized
Bundled Modified Derivatized
Goons protect profits on Pimp Street
When it’s all gone
What will you eat?
Where will you sleep?
What will you breathe?
Walking down the street,
wondering what is and what will never be,
the sun's setting in the mountains,
it seems as though the rays will never again cleanse me.
Screwed from the start,
the race was already lost,
though they say that there is no race,
they still try to win it at any cost.
The sun was brighter yesteryear,
the air now seems much less clear,
the once-clean water is lethal to the touch,
the wind was once less harsh and the sun's glare once didn't blind you as much.
Why must the journey be so tough with no memories for your troubles,
why must it seem like the world hates itself and would rather everyone be dead,
why mu
looking over my old journals I was a fucking weird spazz case. I guess not a lot has changed. a little older in years maybe a little more mature but still crazy.
almost ten years ago I started this account. almost ten years ago I jumped off a metaphorical bridge and killed myself. the water was so cold and lonely the darkness consuming. I never really had anyone close who I could talk to about anything. when everything just seemed so wrong I had to fight it alone. I' not looking for sympathy period. just need to empty the vault. when my mother was diagnosed with MS it was like the end of the world to me. how I thought everything worked turn
How I became sir duke
(Scene duke pacing back and forth around a hole in the ground. Alfred sitting on a stump)
Lord Alfred: “So here I am duke lost and for what. If it wasn’t for that stupid mongoose we’d be back In town right now sipping fresh coffee and watching the jousts…uhhh duke … (duke ignores him)… uhh duke…(same)… DUKE WOULD YOU QUIT THAT”
Duke: Quit what Lord Alfred?
Lord Alfred: “Your pacing It’s making me dizzy”(sharply) “now let me think”
Duke: hum my lord there’s something I must tell you..
Lord Alfred: not now I’m thinkin
A morning not unlike any other morning. Storm clouds gathering from the west. Quiet thrum of thunder off in the distance. Hollow feeling deep inside, longing. Coddled in youth afraid to break free of the swaddle. the babe in a man suite. tired long eyes of little sleep and much anger. tired... another day spent in contemplation. another sleepless night. try and hold on echos in the wind from another voice caught in the chorus of hope. another hollow empty voice fooling itself with self righteous nihilism. repent and all is forgiven, what mockery is made from such petty excuses. silence, peace, compassion, short list of things to fear. of all