Tuesday, September 28, 2010

batter.

I've been at bat, I'm striking out
You're in the hut having a laugh
You've never struck out once in life
But to this I've been familiarized.
It's funny, how you're laughing now
But when we lose,
I'll laugh out last.

Thursday, September 9, 2010

Fire

I burn them down and watch them reassemble.
Guess there's magic in these fingers yet.
For just one second, we all pretend
they were happy this way before.
My magic's made of fire,
and I'm destroying all in my way.
There's no point in pretending any of it was okay.

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

Fights

This splinter is your imperfection,
stuck beneath my skin.
I could sand you in a second
if your wood was worth the risk.
Hence, I'll toss you in the fire
and I'll watch the flames consume
cause I'd much rather start over
than to fight again with you.

Monday, September 6, 2010

‎I keep you posted in my mind
until I see that Valentine
we left behind at mother's wake
and hold myself up to the stake.
I see you're worried I've lost it now
but I am finding out.
If I find myself right here,
I may one day again be dear,
but hold apart the hands we touched
I'll hold another if we've got luck."

Iron-clad heroes.

I am led by rules and devastation, for I am beneath the lowest of creation.
And all these men, these women, these iron-clad heroes fall before me in one night, except one.
This one is my toughest oponent, for he will not fall.
Nor shall I enter the mind and destroy from within, for this one wears but one bit of armor, his helmet.
And I am thrashing against the metal, but he is warding me away with a single thought,
a single thought I've yet to hear, a mystery that keeps my struggling, at bay.
This thought that could destroy the very fabrics of my false reality,
for it is etched in the eyes that shine behind the metal grate.
The truth that I won't admit, can't admit.
The truth that, it's all a lie.

Thursday, September 2, 2010

Puppet.

Remove me from the influence
Of those who've left before
And hand to me the strings of those
Who've walked me into walls
And let me exist in this place
Of plastic and of strings
And face a smile I control
And believe I am free.