"good time to see me"

cower crawl, a bitter fall
with taste I hide what's mine
rolling down the window
I run and I fly
as I drive my so unstoppable
this is a midnight suicide
driving faster cannot stop this will
this is a midnight suicide
with a brick on the accelerator
no blanket, I want to hide
this pain was so avoidable
this is a midnight suicide
driving faster, I cannot stop, I kill
I am a midnight suicide
these hands without control
my body's out the window
I yell, I am so proud
good death, good time to see me
I am a midnight suicide
I drive but the world still turns
this is a midnight suicide
I see the line
I cross, I'm fine
until the breaking at the architecture
I see light crash out from all sides
only half of me
release me please
I got bloodstains on my mind
I look around
it's so profound
this midnight suicide
it's wonderful
it's magical
so nice to be inside
I look around
I see no ground
this is my midnight suicide

~Dead mAn~

"Instability"

The weight of the world is an awful thing to carry
but bad ideas always seem to come second nature to me,
I warned you all to fear the changes inside of me
since good things don't always come to those who wait
a repressed rapist will soon wait no more
is that why you fought me where it hurts
where is my false prophet when I need him?
he always told the truth to me
and now I need to know why
now all you rapists, killers, hookers and thieves,
open your mouths and drop to your knees
oh now I see, the death of life is a part of me
so now you doubt my question, and you question my doubt
but the truth was never the same after I found out
because everything has chains, absolutely nothing’s changed
now All of you, come and see how easy death bounces off me
and don't act so amazed to see my Instability

~Dead mAn~

"Early Mourn"

the sun comes up
it's day again
my broken legs
learn to walk again
I dress myself
in black and sin
I make a drink
to sit down and spin
thinking of life
and how I've lived
I try not to worry
of things I did

my dog is happy
and without remorse
another drink?
why yes, of course
I was lucky, it's true
to've held you close
but trusting you
was all a big joke
missing you is easy
forgiving you is not
I'm going back inside
it's getting too hot

~Dead mAn~

 "Late Knight"

the moon comes out
it's full again
my empty cup
is filled again
I look around
to find my place
no one I talk to
I need my space
with the tables turned
I have no friends
they say it's because
of things I did

now I'm drunk
and without remorse
as I stumble down
my plotted course
thinking aloud
and thinking back
feel the desire
for the things I lack
but it's too late now
to make things right
as I stagger my way through
this jaded night

~Dead mAn~

"truth be told"

I am the hermit that doesn't want to be alone
I am the king that owns no throne
I am the yolk without a shell
I am the one smoking a cigarette at the gates of hell
I am the truth told by a liar
I am the one who made the price higher
I am the need that no one wants
I am the Jew laughing at the holocaust
I am the wild card that completed your royal flush
I am the rude comment that made you blush
I am the end without a beginning
I am the drink that keeps you spinning
I am knowledge without a teacher
I am the last breath of air that you breathe in much deeper
I am in love but you can keep her

~Dead mAn~

"by choice"

I fought back
my father in life
immortal by choice
I had the right
to believe in this
to stay all night
something he gave
took away my sight

black n blue
you blackened me too
forgotten things
and places I've been
too many faces
too many dreams
was it too much
or was I unwise
who did it worse
who can say why
now pushing back all these tears
and fighting back all the time
I try and lose myself
in this simple rhyme

I fought back
my father in life
immortal by choice
I had the right
hungry like a vampire
running from the light
a god born without a chance
I dance my last dance

"he comes from a room that shakes"
"he echoes from a heart that breaks"
"this life would not embrace"
"see the things he tries to take"
"so now I run from every trace"
"every trace of this place"
"so now I run..........

~Dead mAn~

"the feeling of color"

ok, look, listen, shut up and feel,
give me your love, your hand, and the subtle things you steal.
you kill me softly and with nothing at all,
but I give it back to you, for I have a stubborn streak.
I keep you in these hands made for punching, wiping, and writing away
and with a simple drop of hope I can find you in a most naked of ways.
looking for all the things that left you first,
and taking anything that you can fit in your purse.
what a silly way to end the day, you in your bed, and me in my head, with a bottle of dread and the fact that the setting suns will soon be dead, keeping us unfed, like things in places held deep inside when they said,
"see you same time, same place"
I'm sure enough, enough of the time to look past this wall of broken glass and see the things I could never see you do.
and what is the meaning of this you ask myself?
Nevermind this sense of nonmatter
if you can't touch it, taste it, and see it, then it's not to be true, but when you hear the names and words and whispers of things that displace you, and you find yourself thinking 'what a fool, but what a feel' and what is this tongue that makes my mouth throb with words that I have never spoken and things and things and things like me and other things yet to be.
My god what an unusual way to dance on someone's head,
and what a backwards way to say hello.
And even still, what a cold day in hell....

~Dead mAn~

"TO NOBODADDY"

Why art thou silent & invisible,
Father of Jealousy?
Why dost though hide thyself in clouds
From every searching Eye?

Why darkness & obscurity
In all thy words & laws,
That none dare eat the fruit but from
The wily serpent's jaws?
Or is it because Secresy gains females' loud applause?

---

Are not the joys of morning sweeter
Than the joys of night?
And are the vig'rous joys of youth
Ashamed of the light?

Let age & sickness silent rob
The vineyards in the night,
But those who burn with vig'rous youth
Pluck fruits before the light.

---

They said this mystery never shall cease:
The priest promotes war & the soliers peace.

---

Love to faults is always blind,
Always is to joy inclin'd,
Lawless, wing'd & unconfin'd,
And breaks all chains from every mind.

---
Deceit to secresy confin'd,
Lawful, cautious & refin'd,
To every thing but interest blind,
And forges fetters for the mind.

---
There souls of men are bought & sold,
And mildfed infancy for gold,
And youth to slaughter houses led,
And beauty for a bit of bread.

-William Blake-


~Dead mAn~