Oh ye dogs of war, sharpen thy teeth for the scent of blood is on the wind

We were so young

We both knew something was amiss

But we didn’t quite know we were broken

And we clung to each other like glue

And in the end, I buried myself in the yearning hips and the ruby red lips

Of girls of the rakish kind

And I planned a day, because suicide seemed like something to try

And I filled in the blanks of this cross word puzzle and punctually tossed it away they were just guesses anyways, so why try?

I picked up my shattered glass and inadequately cemented it back together with self destruction and pity, and made it rigid in the kiln I call home, and I was reborn through violence and found a compass in a girl named poetry

I tore out my retinas so I can only see this world in shades of misty grey

And I became a renter in my own room, and my suitcase collection grew a bit superior to the rest, wish I had some more room

now I’m no prophet; not to you and barely to myself

and I haven’t talked to god since 2002, but he hasn’t talked to me since 1992 

now, I don’t believe in many things but I seem to believe in you

And you watched me twitch as I sailed the noir storms of my dreams

And you carved magic marker into your skin, as I carved it into my heart and as Scroobius pip says you let the ink mix with the red

And you tell me the scars on my heart are what make me beautiful, I’m still persuaded they make me a deviant  

But here’s scalpel make some new ones or cut the old ones off my chest

so once again I can be reborn in blood

And you pulled those words out of my throat and they scratched as the razor wire cut through my rib cage and out of my esophagus and inaudibly crackle the words love and you and mumbled you and  too, but in that broken sentence I meant more of what I said than normally

Im pretty weathered girl, think you can struggle

to sail on a ship plunging down

But I cry! What makes the streetlights shine on cloudless skies!

Orange eyes reply, fuck I don’t know why, they just shine

Lets blow this town and take to the stars, far far away

Fine I reply, but tell me why the streetlights shine

Orange eyes in the flaming sky yell out! We don’t know!

Half a pack and a small bottle of jack

Strangers in my sheets

Tinted scents, unfinished cigarettes

Street signs that point the wrong way

Politicians strive, born to tell us lies

The poison is the cure to this saccharine disease

And I sold my blood, my tissue and marrow to the state,

And you all tell me its some kind of disgrace to be in this place

But yet you still sell your blood to help those in need,

Can’t you see the hypocrisy in your deed 

Blood is blood and we all have price to pay

And all of mankind is simply made to bleed

but yet you tend to get high off your self-righteousness, its far better than the rest

And one day I roar out Fuck your symmetry!

And you tell me you believe in this symmetry!

and as I rose to cut off my ear

I whisper fuck your symmetry, because Vincent sure was onto something

And you proceed to say

But my love

I like your ear

Paper Wings take flight over razorless faces,

Promises made by youth to protect and serve,

Yet to see man but soon to see the worst of him,

Choices made to train to kill,

Wounds and scars that shant soon heal.

To all you who fight and die

The youth is lost left to die,

Love is drowned away in brass,

Girls back home start to lose track,

New arms to hold them tight at night

While all we grip is steal by the moon shining bright,

But not all is lost in the wayward youth,

Our spirit lives on even though we may be gone

Mamma mamma don’t you cry,

Baby boy aint gonna die

All we do is tell you lies

Saying everything’s gonna be fine

One more battle death

Another forgotten news request

We fight with no regrets

Even though American people forget

I am not a patriot,

I fight not what for the history books all say we do

I do not care for pomp and circumstances,

the politicians that send young men to die,

but yet never they themselves set foot into the trenches

them and their loved ones just sit and dine,

and gorge upon wine,

while my loved ones and I fight and die to preserve what the men in power think we stand for

they tell me what I want and what I need as if they truly try to please

never have they scene the torment and the woe, the lost youth laying turning the ground into a crimson river with young blood ,and wasted breath, that is lost to time

before you tell me what I stand for and why I should fight,

come to the trenches and level a weapon with its sights and claim a life

for you know not why I fight nor shall you ever,

for I am not a patriot

Strike me down

This trail of woe which we wonder upon,

the barren path worn down to dust,

drenched in moonshine,

we stumble, we crawl, we cry, and this world is telling us that were having a ball

but through my daze this twilight fades,

why must I rely on these chemicals and lies to provide a false sense of happiness

through a stupor and dazed eye I see the world,

but I lift the veil and realize that this world is an embodiment of hell

maybe that’s why I clench this bottle till its dry…

Our Prayers

I walk this valley of death and

fear the arrow that flies by day

and the pestilence that stalks the night

And I fear the plague that destroys at midday

Thousands fall at my side and tens of thousand at my right

all believing that god was on there side..

I have fallen dashed my body against the crimson stones

I look up broken and maimed and ask on high my god my god why you have you forsaken me.

as we all lay broken and maimed a few continue to pray…

but these prayers they go unheard, unanswered….

This cell that I call my mind…

Its bars are thick and the walls are high

The darkness is vast and unchanging

I sit and cry for a glimpse of the light on high

but darkness is the only thing which I bide

as time goes along its path

sorrow grows forth from shadows

like a black harvest of the plague

thoughts of you are like the carrion crow that picks at the remains of those who passed long ago

thoughts  cause sorrow to swell up within my soul which I try to pass away but to no avail you stand within my mind taunting teasing and deceiving

why do I care why do I try when it is to no avail

I just dwell in this cell…

I must harden my heart

burn down the rose bushel of love

vanquish her from my mind

for I am a slave to her even within my thoughts

alas no more these hands will break the rose vines down and cast them into a dark abyss

I will free my heart from her chains that bind me down

For is it better to love and not have it reciprocated or to love blindly

I shall stand fast within my bitterness and destroy this love

for nothing good shall come of it

just pain just sorrow

for I shall burn down this bushel of love