Curiosity Kills

Austin I dream I dream I dream Of not being stuck In me The streets The painted lines The travels of concrete All lay the same The lights shut off Denny’s stays on Every night past midnight The church The pews weighted down the sizable members of the congregation congregating together on a Sunday Finally The beach lays still With heroin needles laying down in the sand The chips of the casino hand in hand Blandness is in the air And here I am The newest addition to Austin

Lava Cake Sluggishness hovers That cake, that guilty pleasure Puts you on your ass And now you are stuck On thé California king Sinking deep in pillows A fort of sheets Masterchief is on Never again cake

Thousand Pews One foot forward follows in the footsteps of his brother The hymns grow louder as I get closer to the alter where my troubles await A gaping void exposed, I stare towards the crystal chandeliers where a gleam of light treads on me as I draw closer to thee. The serpents hiss in threat as I’m the target of the hunt tonight. My steps grow faster Breathing and gasping for air as they start to approach Thé aisle appears to get longer I’m racing to my serenity Windows shattering and clattering around me, the building beings to quake and my knees hit the floor at his gates He awaits my prayer. Head bowed I sputter out as many words in declaration as my breath allows me, For a moment the world comes to a stop, frozen in time. Demons disperse At the drop of a dime

You are debilitating

My sleeve is translucent red It’s self sacrifice It’s self freeing in the most dangerous way Let the Gadhimai commence There’s love on the line And you’ve been blind to this point Awaken Shaken in the sunrise Where I stand where I arise or may die In this solarizing peak A celebratory cérémony for the end of the week Where the weak shall prosper Where the rich shall wither It’s contradicting Slightly addicting

The Wall I stare into it Blank, Bleak, and Dismal is what I see The thoughts circulate me as if I were the Milky Way I’m dancing In my thoughts And now I see the wall Something that stands tall but yet impossible to fall I’m thinking about whether that guy is secretly struggling with a strange addiction of clinging to his younger years Or is the bartender dealing with the moral issue of trying to do the right thing I looked through the wall to find the bartender giving me my modelo negra Slightly less cliche I spin around And I find the wall again.

Fluctuating Some days I get this feeling I can’t shake Not the feeling you’d describe in some form of romanticism but this feeling of no escape The future holds me down and puts his hands on my neck Kinky? But dark He tells me you’re never leaving your current state and there he drew the checkmate Defeated, you’d say Vendi Vidi Vichi

Heroin 2 AM I am sweating as I'm gazing into the bubbles as they form on the spoon I lose myself in it The memories of the high make me wanna cry Come back and take me with you I crave it like an insomniac craves sleep I claw at the door with passion in this depressing fashion A needle appears and the tongue salivates Captivating me in its translucent look I inject My eyes roll to the back of my head I'm dead , I'm dead!!!! I'm running to the light With each step I take a gander at the shine as it distances itself even more from me Is life too fast for me to keep up its strife? I drop down to my knees, bleeding, I plea for life to give me one more chance This time I won't mess up I wake up in cuffs lost in the rough With the sun and moon fighting for the spotlight I close my eyes and lay to sleep, billowing in a pillow that has the gracefulness of a weeping willow

Lighting another cigarette hoping you’ll find the same effect

Bangs his head to the drums mashing his thumbs into the sticks His feverously runs his hands through his head quick The angst he is against is fighting for his soul This boy is really going to turn ice cold He paces through his room like a man running through an asylum in his mind Get me out! Get me out! He yells He drops to the ground pleading for his sanity to stay sane Yelling at everything in sight, the gloomy light that takes over his body Now his hands wobbly rather than shaken with rage like a tiger in his cage He lays to sleep and let's out a little weep. He is angst and against it all

The Best Years of Our Lives 25 aged teens in a dream at Lolla The tapping of the credit cards indicating they have money willingly to spend And when they run out.... They’ll have each other The gift of friendship stretches long and far Those thousand mile car rides Just to see the settling tide down by Santa Monica The illustrious beauty of the glistening crystal waters Hides us from the horrors of foul colored water Poverty and wealth clash at each other To chase what? The money? No a better life? No Comfort? Yes Safety in numbers as we chase The best years of our lives.

The sun beams down on the fading skin Inhale, Exhale, Inhale, Exhale is the sequence My mind is on speed as the stimulants are making their way to physical manifestations The hairs begin to raise on my skin as my body enters into sudden death mode The world is caving into this tunnel spiraling down is me in the funnel My troubles pulling me down further into this forgotten place of an American solider standing amongst 20,000 British Infantry The scene replays in history over and over again Man against the world