Poems About Nothing

Really really wish i had the skills to make the music in my head

Hook and anchors
keep me trapped here
on this hateful ground

I cant I fly free
let me fly free
please
I don’t wanna die here
please
I don’t wanna die here

blades of grass
draw blood from pores
sever ties
with my feet

and sounds of swaying
trees seizures my
body facing
the dirt

Walls and cages
keep me trapped here
on this painful ground

I must fly free
Let me fly free
please
I’m gonna die here
please
I dont wanna die here

Wind causes me
pure ectasy
Allow my
wings unfolding

Birds fly freely
causeing jelousy
Damnit,
traitors help me

Dirt and tombstones keep me trapped here
under sinful ground

I wont fly free
They wont let me
how
could you let me die here
I didnt wanna die here
I wanted skies above me
Yet you wouldnt let me free

All at once we were headed
across feilds of air
to the falling of a shot crow
with light in its wings and space in his lungs
you reap what you sow
and this crow has like us
sowed some chaos
and reaped his own fall

Once you climb far enough to fall
find a limb and kick off dirt
grab a hold to some destiny
and hooked by your shirt
made of flesh and feathers
the air takes your wings with you

And crows take flight.
Screaming in blight and delight.
Messing with the brain
gone quite insane
the pest and the one who assigns value
who’s the real villan?

Smile and die, scarecrows will fly
bats and bastards shall never cry
and men turned boys burning there books
for all life needs is but good looks

Hints of a spark, life outside dark
turned down and burned down
at the stake we steak our hopes
and lose our dreams
flowing in streams
lost life it seems

Pointless and endless
finite
without a knight in shining armor
God
doesnt wait in the clouds
he hides
in scared screaming crowds.

And we die, life begins to end
we were nobodys friend
and now Nobody will cry
Fuck, I think i’ll miss that guy

Screams and Scams blast the grey expanse,
on fingers rings will fit
tightening the noose on your necks
just what the fuck can you expect
as the busling metropolis
Becomes a creative NE CROP O LIS

What the fuck can you expect
NE CROP O LIS
How the fuck can you expect
EMPTY BLISS
Who the fuck did you expect
Screaming This


What the fuck can you expect
NE CROP O LIS
How the fuck can you expect
EMPTY BLISS
Who the fuck did you expect
Screaming This!!

Ring around the rosy HAHAHA
Pocket Full of Posy HAHAHA
Ashes To Ashes HAHAHA
WE BURN IT ALL DOWWWN


Hints Of a flame, fueled by shame
turned up and sparked up
psycopaths walk the path of gods
and see chaotic dreams
Drain the streams
Lost lives it seems

Pointless and endless
finite
without a knight in shining armor
God
doesnt wait in the clouds
he hides
in scared screaming crowds.

Ashes to ashes…

Black wings flutter
as the camera shutters
expose and dispose
themselves in the church

The black wings hang
from ropes across
that which those of faith
shall never cross
thus those of faith
shall never sleep
with their lord,
there souls to keep

the god created men not sheep
and in there own words favors man
so why then are the sheep the ones
that to his only son he commands
die for them
and break the bread
your better off dead

Death is his creed
death is his need
and the black wings hang
from twisted frames
symbols of death
now turned to hope

The black wings present
the fact that the present
is stuck in the past
and we’ll burn for it

Not after we die
But as we die