perish the thought

sevensins

the smoke thick in aperence clears as my eyes focus,
some fogoten deed delt with in the absence of myself,
the glass is left half empty on a table just out of my reach
the room to litered to move if one tried,
so i liter my self with the liter itself to contemplate a legend

my own fears look up from benieth the ash of my last cigarete,
belemic brains and overfed self loathing of my body and soul blend together,
creating the most beautiful shade of red

messages left on pieces of paper forgotten next to the unplugged telephone,
this room will hold the held in its grasp,
protective and destructive in its own right

i lay out my cloths on the defiled floor,
a stained dress to be worn to no ball,
i'm dressed in prage and ready to be shot down in the hunt,
caught in the river finless only to be thrown back to perish under the thought

sevensins

perish the days of beauty and reson for breathing,
never more than a thought lost in the sattered glass across the room,
it bleeds the blood of my inocence lost,
my inocence taken with a sharp thrust to my hymen

it bleeds now the way i bleed then,
and bleed every day by the hand of a merchant and a fiend
mother marry have i failed you?
have i lost my self idenity?

perish your thoughts for me,
perish my self in my time of need
the hour has ended,
the gig is up,
the ball is over and i'm still hear,
perishing on the ofident floor atop the glass, ash, and tears for you

sevensins

spinning spirles of self pity around the sissored face,
failing like a nail in the pale from your sandbox memorys,
pulling the pushers to decare tug on war,
lookin back at the child in the backseat,
she was you, you were her

spelling out the B's to a rythemed pace,
speaking in a tounge no one knows,
cooling off the sun cuz you know your done,
and cooling out the air in your hair,
shes looking with eyes that dont stare

peeling the skin round your scab dried,
drieing the room round your love,
hardend and undone indide yourelf,
broken to the nails in the pales you had saved,
filled to the brim on a wimb of a prayr, no ones there, dose he care?

so you scream at your dreams relection,
in the mirrored brocken shard bleed your hand,
to the man with your plans crumbled in his hand,
and the child lost and gained in your womb,
Did he come was it love or just a act,
and the ax the your vain brings you out to the rain and the people in your brain tell you you've gone insain and theres a voice through the pain, a little laugh in you brain, he is born without the shame of his fathers eyes

sevensins

spinning spirles of self pity around the sissored face,
failing like a nail in the pale from your sandbox memorys,
pulling the pushers to decare tug on war,
lookin back at the child in the backseat,
she was you, you were her

spelling out the B's to a rythemed pace,
speaking in a tounge no one knows,
cooling off the sun cuz you know your done,
and cooling out the air in your hair,
shes looking with eyes that dont stare

peeling the skin round your scab dried,
drieing the room round your love,
hardend and undone indide yourelf,
broken to the nails in the pales you had saved,
filled to the brim on a wimb of a prayr, no ones there, dose he care?

so you scream at your dreams relection,
in the mirrored brocken shard bleed your hand,
to the man with your plans crumbled in his hand,
and the child lost and gained in your womb,
Did he come was it love or just a act,
and the ax the your vain brings you out to the rain and the people in your brain tell you you've gone insain and theres a voice through the pain, a little laugh in you brain, he is born without the shame of his fathers eyes