Phantomoflove

It seemed at the start That you were real good for me, Taught me more about life And gave me some stability You said all the time That you thought only of me Everything that you could do And everything that I could see Was for me, a hefty tribute, The way the you showed your love Was to give not a or b But all of the above Little did I know You were making me your pet Granting all these wishes Just to put me in debt You influenced my will With "you owe it to me," I can't believe it took so long For me to break free And there is nothing to your love But twisting words and empty dreams, Manipulation was your aim, How the

In that last moment Before I left, I wanted to hold you forever. My chest crushing, Heart strangling in its white bone cage; I wanted to stay... Why was I leaving? I remember your eyes. Desperate, helpless, and unbearably beautiful. To break from their sight would kill me, Render me limp and wayward, The same lost child I was when you found me. Even back then, I wanted to hold you forever. But I didn't. I looked away. Turned that corner. And then you were gone. Then I was gone. Gone in a stupor, A greyness, a nothing; Sliding through a chemical smear. Every day, the same crushing, Same ripping of the chest If I lingere

For so many years, he sat behind glass Longingly watching the people pass; Their empty eyes saturated with greed, Fighting for things that they don't really need. "That suite is exquisite," "Just look at that tie," "If I can't have that wristwatch, I'd rather just die." The clothes off his back they took for themself, To purchase a delusional personal wealth. As they tore his frame bare, stripped naked to see, He cried to himself, "Why don't they want me?"

"Amazing New Strategies to Solve Your Smoking Problems!!!" It's a perfectly unexceptional, normal day. You wake up groggily, commencing your personal stretching and eye-rubbing activities to prepare yourself for the overwhelming task of removing yourself from your bed. Once you slowly drag yourself limb-by-limb from the velvety mattress and onto the ice-cold floor, you slowly begin gathering every ounce of will in your body to stand up, and begin the slow trek out of the bedroom. As you slug through the kitchen, the coffee pot remains curiously untouched, and the cereal cupboard sighs from loneliness. By the time you reach the door, you see

There is something So purely carnal about you As you step out, Coyly smiling, The hem of your shirt Carefully placed Just barely below your waistline, Hardly covering that secret place where your legs slope to meet. Your delicate top Hangs loosely over your chest Allowing my eyes To devour every smooth, silken curve of you, Agitating my blood to discomfort. But the coy, The enticing sparkle in your eyes, Vanishes just as quickly as it appeared, Leaving me curious And firmly frustrated. Is it a tease? Or are you truly unaware Of this profuse blush? You have that talent For leaving me wondering, And leaving me hard.

Do we dance Around the truth? Around each other? Or do I dance With my own unique, Feeble delusion Maybe I've already ended it? Hope, One could say Is the failing Of a poor fool But still I hope Beyond hopes That such a strange, Curious fantasy Could substantiate itself Who knows why? Such a person Has become the exception To my rule And why such a vague, Elusive feeling Now Is so palpable To my senses I don't need to know, I solely need to act Without stall, Because there is No loss From such a transaction Except Perhaps Some frail inkling Of self-worth Some meager, Ill-bred defense Against our own Anti

I try to get up Off the floor But I can't do this Anymore If I move, I will cry But still I stifle What's inside I really fucked up this time I really did it good tonight How could I possibly fuck over myself And you at the same time? Yeah I really fucked up this time And my own fire burns me alive Love with you was handed to me But I fucked it up just fine Life isn't worth living right now... I took for granted what you had given to me Now I fucked it up just fine.

It's the End The End of our time The End of us The End of all that we hold dear Now is the new age Of speed Of the corporate mass Of mass delusion Of the massive grid It's the End of love And left in its place Is bloody barbed wire Surrounding cold, shallow graves We have all been torn from innocence As the savagry of the world Splatters from a bucket, as mud, Choking out our screams It's the End of the delusion That there is any point Or reason Or feeling And we're all just rotting monsters In this tired world As it finally begins to fall apart