Your eyes well up Well, mine do too. A shovel To dig me out. When you leave You take the sun. I look up There’s darkness here. Laid me here In my grave. I can’t say I couldn’t see. Blindfolded, I shed my doubt. You’re the bringer of my dusk. Advertisements
Misguided, Jaded, Divided. I see you standing behind it, Now you see Now you understand. The miseries of life, The catchers of man. That which topples walls And eviscerates monarchs. The trials that fail and fade.
“Explain to me why she sleeps with my smile.”
Open the back of your eyes, boy. See the world for what it is. Just feel it. The rush, that makes boys men The rush that makes us fall. Held between these shaking fingers, Caught between these frail lips. Flutter flutter, buzz buzz, sway and sink. I feel good about this one for some… Continue reading Headrush
There is no peace for you here, It’s in the silky soft folds of darkness, At the end the taut rope Where darkness dissolves light. It is not surprising, All you wore was black, All you spoke was heavy. And with each thought you were climbing the chair. At least you were honest… Continue reading To The Folds
Dead Poetic’s Vices, released 2006, is in many ways not an exciting album. The music is run-of-the-mill, humdrum hard rock of the 00’s, there is nothing novel about it. It fits perfectly with what other average hard rock bands were doing at the time stylistically and technically. So why has the album stuck with me?… Continue reading Dead Poetic’s Vices
Marilyn Manson hasn’t stopped producing shock rock music that intellectually stimulates, challenging our views, perceptions and beliefs. His music is still laden with literary depth. He might not be as popular, inspire the same hysteria as he did amongst conservatives and the general public when he first started, nonetheless his music still remains powerful, threaded… Continue reading I Think I Know Where You Live