Sunday, October 08, 2006

Khoshekh

You fucking rich loathing
Bastards--you know me.
I'm the man in the glow ring,
Who laughs at your posing.
(I will expose thee)

Your confident knowing,
Constantly bores me.
Your sickened-bitch moaning,
Constantly annoys me.
(Annoys me…annoys me)

What is that creeping on
Shoulders and screaming?
If I even told you,
Would you believe me?

What is that creeping with
Shadows and weeping?
If I even told you
Could you believe me?

(Me…me…me)

Those lovely sick cronies,
Outcasts, and holies,
Are possessed by their drinking
Of the lotus' sweet honey
(You shall go free)

Your fucking lips clothed me,
In heaven above me,
But it just doesn't suit me--
It's time to undress me
(Just trust me…trust in me)

What is that creeping on
Shoulders and screaming?
If I even told you,
Would you believe me?

What is that creeping with
Shadows and weeping?
If I even told you
Could you believe me?

(Me…me…me)

I'm fucking stripped, here's me!
Bare--naked--nothing.
Standing alone, empty and lonely.
(Lonely…lonely)

After years of searching,
Wishing, and trying, (But to no avail…)
I'm still just fucking floating
And crying!

The darkness it's growing,
Its power is flowing.
The darkness it's growing,
Its power is flowing.

I take my place Khoshekh,
It's for you I’m screaming!
So this is me world,
Now do you believe me?

I take my place Khoshekh
It's for you I’m screaming!
So this is me Lord,
Just try to oppose me…

What is that creeping on
Shoulders and screaming?
If I even told you,
Would you believe me?

What is that creeping with
Shadows and weeping?
If I even told you
Could you believe me?

(Me…me…me)

Building with Ink (Late night ramble 8/08)

The saddest thing I can tell you
My love is that it’s not you, but this
Feeling that I’ll miss more.

Your presence erased my
Rambling pen bleeding morose
Existential trappings and filled
That empty nothing with pudgy
Mindless nothing, for which I
Thank you.

Yet, now you stray leaving
Me to wallow in empty
Nothing, for which I hate
You, which is why love can
Never produce friendship—

Love lost reaps disdain.

In you I tried to hide, but
God (or random fate) will
Not allow me solace. I’m here
To burn and I know this. And
So I’ve run.

You were my final shade.

Burning in ink I’ll find you again
In the words of ghosts screaming
To breathe once more.

I am exceptionally empty, you
See, I was only ever meant to be a
Channel and never received.

I am no more a shadow than drying ink.