brilliant

a word describing something dumb

you create to desecrate

the villain i've become

a prophet

not to be made but heard

speaks in tongues and sarcasms

to me its glee, to you absurd

you dont know me let alone my intent

actions do not always self represent

i dont feel urgency in explaining

my conscience opaquely clear



the seed is

gently sewn back to mother earth

flower blooms its splendid fumes

a miracle rebirth

a cynic

in the search of something more

the fragrant air cannot compare

to what it was

the great before

'member the good old days

'member the sound

'member the sweet mustyness underground

no i dont feel the need for reliving

somethings are better off dead



never thought the furnace

was gonna burn us

we worked the bellows for so long

the comfort of the fire

apethize us

looks like we burned ourself alive

'member the old van we filled ears with pain

nothing to lose there was nothing to gain

i dont miss my span of attention

i do miss my old friend tim