Allow Me To Spice Up Your Lullaby A Little

The shadow of the evening sun

he creeps a little closer

a little too close

his feet send cracks through the willowed wooden floor

echoing in the chamber of your heart

within your reach, yet taunting your mind

with equivalents and runs in scarlet divine

indeed this euphoria is having you

for dinner tonight

And i don’t know and i can’t see if this feeling’s wisp is having me

i shut my eyes too tight to breathe i know this demon’s easily

i want him with his rusty claws and promising screech

he lays his hands i crumble and i long to be whole again

This piece was inspired by “Lullaby”, the masterful, haunting track by The Cure, off the gorgeous soundscape that is the album Disintegration.

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When Hell (Sorta) Freezes Over

My prism of thought

One-dimensional mimes

Monolithic impulses

My baritone divine

This is the sound of a kingdom screeching

Let the vault pierce the air

Fall, tear, plunge into rubble

My glorious meltdown has begun

Precipice

I’m standing in white at the precipice of a thousand more

I’m looking down and out, far and through

The only way down is the only way up

I look for all I’ve lost to breathe my design

I crave all I’ve longed for to whiff my trade

The tangles intensify and the ground softens

But I’m taking my step anyway.

I Built This City On Purpose Didn’t I

It fits the narrative quite scarily

I fell for someone I couldn’t even see

And now everything I ever want

Is for you to see me

And to think you trail on the same realm

Just alongside past a pillar on the side

I’m this close to thinking i’m losing you

And I’m this close to accepting it

I Thrive On Things I’m Not Very Good At Handling

I thrive on mayhem, yet

it’s always too much for me

I sneeze as the city glows

I spin as the palette lows

I want a pavement moving on water

But I breathe to the moon’s flow

I’m Talking About Sins and Strives But You Honestly Don’t Have To Believe Me

A sin in a strive

Is like a pea in a pod

You just can’t have one

Without the other

And that’s a lie, but

I’m full of it either way.

I Wish I Could Tell You That You Were Not Asking For It, But Honestly You Were

temporary throes

still make for

one hell of

a downfall in

the other places

where you shouldn’t

have wandered to

but you are

stubborn and so

selfish and therefore

you were asking

for it

Dust / Quantum / Static / You

Dust fills the quantum

With static and you

Tonight was supposed to be it

Violins and all, engulfed

As if to be surrounded by trees that emit

—– I’d like to imagine, a golden-ish glow?

But I still don’t think I’m closing in

The Narratives Demand Your Dedication And You Need To Understand That

car seats are sorta comfortable sometimes

when the stereo can’t quite get as loud as you wish it could

hey there was a beautiful bass note right there

did you hear it?

man, i wish you could hear it

but isn’t that the point of my writing in the first place?

i want to paint a vision to you

i want to encapsulate a point in my life where and when i’m unsure of absolutely everything other than the fact that the things i so badly crave for always evade my fragile grasp

and this is also when i realise that ironically enough

as i try to illustrate exactly this

my own vision’s slipping away anyway

hey there was another pretty note right there

i would have attempted to describe the note to you

but please refer to the above

because i’ve already been painting a picture that’s dripping off its canvas faster than i can handle, layer by layer

and in case my subpar converging confusing convoluted communication couldn’t give it away

it’s the sights and sounds of me caving in

and i’ve gotta stick to the narratives i create, dear

help me out here, will ya?

Hats Off To Eddie

Hey

Hats off to Eddie

For he knew from the very beginning

That the box of linen

Didn’t even exist in the first place

,

For god’s sake.