WHAT YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE WRITTEN

 


~I have been urged to, and have decided to post all of my lyrics for both my former band, Filth Industry and my current band, Throe Vein.  I didn't know if I would at first, but since they are essentially poetry and journal entries...here they are.

 

 

The following are entries that I made in my journal a few years ago.  They deserve to be read.

 

i gave you everything - in return for nothing
you were my heart's beat - my reason for reasoning

along the way, you lost sight
along the way, you came apart
thought you were in love
but in place, you broke my heart

the spring showers you bathed in - the internal beauty that shone through
everything about who you were - only reason i lost myself in you

without lungs i cry out to you
my life gone as the snow in spring
cries echo in my head
cries that end in a painful, deafening ring

the eyes inside are blind
i see the love in my dreams
like sun drenching the petals
you are my flower

a heart that hurts is a heart that wishes
wishes for the light of a new day
for a love that will not go astray
a heart wishes for the light of true love

without lungs i still cry
my life seems gone with no trace
a broken heart cries from inside
...cries for the love of a love that died

oh blindness, to truly see.  what is beyond the curtain of pain?  the bleak wilderness that expands itself before me is both known and feared.  the fact that i now drown in my fears, my desires, my pragmatic dreams, my illusive fantasy world that constantly tells me that love is eternal, and beauty is the measure of worldy worth and faithfulness is the same fact that brings out the terrible nature of the self-destructing demon that longs only to chide itself throught the negating process of self-denial and misplaced feelings and emotions that define themselves as love

to the one who knows me without the limitations of human nature: if you were the sun, i would be the east.  if you were the voice, i would be the music.  my soul bared to the one who won't betray - my mind opened to the point of personal realization - only this time not mine.  yours is the voice that stalls the time of my existence on earth.  love for who you are comes easy because you are only me with a different face, set of eyes, mouth.  without you i would end, like a terrible story with no finale.  incomplete.  offer up my insecurities only to feel the empty of myself swallowed by your unconditional embrace.  i love you for making me the one i can stomach while the reflection offers no lies.  the true me, the true you - what makes me completely me

 

the recklessness of numbing reality begins to take over the routine of complacency and self-doubt. 

with you, i am dionysus
no fear grips me or rapes the insecurities i have

like an emblazoned angel, i set upon the night, setting all on fire with my etheral, invincible presence.  time slows and vision blurs.  what will bring this to an end?  my hands are blurry, my steps scattered.  breath comes easy, but is also held in and savoured like the breast beheld to an infant.  with the courage of a thousand greek gods i plunge into the great beyond - and continue to drink until all fascination becomes mine, and i am my own superhero.



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