Saturday, September 11, 2010

Your Brother, Your Lamb

i love yr fucking anger
yr rhythm and yr style
yr talentless, immobile bliss
i'll make it worth yr while

my hunger and my youth
for lust and worthless men
makes me, breaks me, then it wakes me
time and time again

i wake in empty beds
u sleep in empty streets
yr mother, lover just discovered
the ever fuckd elites

im craving endless sound;
in and out these waves.
my view askew, im sure u knew
how/why he acts/behaves

my temper has a number
yr lucid as a germ
yr time my dear, i fear, u fear
will flee if u hold firm

so dont u shun my fate
my ever-present wrath
preferred unheard that dirty word
i fucked on yr behalf

Thursday, September 9, 2010


born to distant cousins
born to run and run
born at 4:30
born already undone

born forever boring
born forever more
born to die a lonely death
born to be a whore

born already addicted
born to be yr light
born to put out fires
born to reignite

born to tell you stories
born unto the dark
born to be a monthly check
born to lack that spark

born to be unhealthy
born just to slip by
born to be a waste of time
born just to die.

relapse perhaps

time to
time to
knees bent
rug burn

she’s so
make her taste tha rain

yr mom:
she drives yr shit insane

i sleep urround
dont give a fuk
make me feel her pain

love er taste er
makes me miss er
yr so goddamn humane