as it shivers now in pain
I will try one more time to fall asleep I must try
For I am alone, so I thought, must be the birds that’s why
I convince myself its so, and I close my eyes slow
But that knock comes even louder as it did before
Again no one in sight not even the birds
I look around and I am now truly alone with my words
It must be a demon coming to claim what is hers
That my soul is her prize taking me back to disperse
I will not go without a fight I promise you that
I will not give up my soul for your relentless tact
If I must I will cut my own throat before I fall
To your spell I won’t dwell I will no longer be appalled
The knocking grows so loud it deafens me yet
She is coming; the soul of lifeless demeanor is spent
I made up my mind I will not let her take me alive
I will do what is best and decease my own life
As I take my humble blade, and cut into skin
I feel my soul escape low and laugh out loud with no grin
I am free no more knock; for I know she is here
To take my soul from my desperate loving care
That is it I did the deed, but where did she go?
I have not seen her come let alone stare into my vacant body’s tear
Why does she not take a look before she disappears?
But I still hear that knock of effortless jeer
As I fly around my ship trying to locate the ghost
I hear the knock coming up loud as I seem to approach
There it is I can hear it clear she must be inside
As I open the door my spirit turns white without pride
There it stood, a clock that was given to me
By my daughter to fear off the spirits of evil deed
It lay on its side with the hands moving constantly
Against the table of my choice it was "knocking" at me
The carrion and the vulture
The news was brief so take a breath
My "be aware" vision peered its head tonight
Poetry died a tired lonely death
And those damn poets caused the death of might
The carrion of poetry lay still with blood of ink
After years of neglect it finally gave in
As the "poets" unite to slay the beast
The "poets" unite to set it to sleep
Together they committed suicide
Together now turn to genocide
For "poets" forgot to feed its soul
Now the carrion of poetry lies down low
A bird of prey sits on a perch
The bird of prey from poetry’s church
Now cleans her head of former blood
As she looks down to see the "poets" flood
She sees them cry so desperately
Sobbing their ink of insecurity
She perches high to see the show
Of silly poets who killed their own
She elongates her wings to free
As they have been waiting constantly
For moments like this are natures call
For moments like this bare souls to all
Her claws of might clutch to the sky
Grab a hold the tears of Gods cry
For HE created man to see
The death of them self from poetry
The vulture soaring high in awe
Creates her spine to prepare the fall
As though a bullet from the gun of HIS hand
She flies down to the Carrion of grand
The poets now flee as she sets sight
They run and scatter from her diving bite
She sees the weak and focuses in
Her beak enters first, on the "poets" with sin
The "poets" rely on her constant cry
For help from above as more come to fly
One after one they enter the chest
Of poetry’s carrion they indulge in the best
The ink from the soul of poetry bleed through
On the face of her cleaner as she stares at you
With those eyes so black they could eat the light
From the page and the sage of your poetry’s dear fright
As she sees her baits killer staring in awe
She realizes her job is not done at all
The "poets" she admires with her beak draped in blood
Are the fools that allowed this to happen with no judge?
She removes her beak and sees herself
In the reflection cast upon the "poets" true shelf
It is her that she sees as her eyes focus in
Convergent Evolution is the answer from HIM
As she raises her wings high and lifts her soul
She is now "poetry" as she did engulf
The thoughts of man as she fly’s away
She does carry them high from the "poets" true play
"You are now scavengers like I was once"
She replies to the fools on the ground in dunce
"You will now kill yourself for the one is in me"
True scavenger are yourself as you peck each other’s feet
"Poets" I laugh for you killed your own
"Poets" I cry for the future in a drone
"Poets" I am angry for there will be no more
"Poets" kill yourself and your carrion will be slow
The motherless child
Whispers in your ear you fear
The child with no mother is near
As she promotes her soul within
To see you lifeless cunning grin
The warped faze and constant glaze
Undress your body with ever rage
As she smells fear from near your maze
Your mind at ease is restless peace
The clock strikes 12 tic toc heart stopped
She warms you up as her baby soft touch
Enters your cloned state of mind
From the cloned state of time
When things where in rhyme
Of a perfect loves chime
Ticking away the clock strikes 1
The motherless daughter shows you her fun
And see where it leads as she shows you who won
And see her heart bleed as her mother did once
The clock strikes 2 she reloads the gun
Points it at you as she smiles you hear the drum
Her heart beats loud keeping tune in her womb
As the trigger from her lonely motherless gun
Come to halt as the clock strikes back towards 1
She sees you again as you where back in time
Back in time when her mom was around showing prime
Back in time when she smiled at others with a crime
Back in time as she
feels her heart stop in rhyme
Tick tock the gun pulled her shock
Back to time it did her
As the motherless deter
Bring your pain
Cold sweats
The shakes are flowing
The coldness in my veins
Tremoring as if melting
For my blood of ice will stain
I count the seconds
They feel like eternity
I lose track of time
As my mind is distant with envy
Why can’t this phase be over?
I guess its part of therapy
My forehead is beading
It’s very very freezing
It must be for I shake
My body is missing an ingredient
Evolutions I do hate
For it’s the reason I feel death surround me
Will this constant cold sweat disappear?
If it doesn’t I can’t go on
I will fight my lonely tear
Thank you pain I feel you again
I know that I am here for real
My shivers will go before my life is stained
And these resolutions of cold sweat contained
Will be my demise as I must refrain
From the evil being within my pain
The pumpkin queen
Extended bones of skinless hands
Reach out with tones of groaning man
They pull her out with growing fears
But she is different than her peers
The pumpkin queen with heart of seed
Makes skinless hands grow heavy with bleed
She dies unto our soul content
To smile no more as we descend
the white line of co-pain
To be or not to be, shut the hell up and join me
Ponder this, while you blow bubbles in your milkshake
Those bubbles you are blowing
Have more life than the good book states
So much for the Earth being flat
So much for the revolution, of the Suns track
You finally found a way to fly
With the use of drugs, so lay your dust on a plaque
Snort a line and wave to God, as you pass by
And when you see, the power of illusions have on thee
You wish hard, and pray to Donald Duck, "Let me in Toon Town please"
But soon you realize that comic characters are your friends
Offering you drugs, rock and roll, and the divine intervention
So sniff hard, take your mind elsewhere and escape, you hooded coward
Can’t stand to face life, so you get high with your nose powdered
When you return, take a look, at your family weeping so softly
Hunching over your grave, you dumbfuck you just o.deed.
The ease of her mind
The ease of her mind
Presently in decline
As she knows we follow her move
She can feel your shame
As she heeds your pain
While her ghost of past sails through
She can play this