poem

deadnote

shes a drawing
shes the song
shes the scent
of how i long

and my tears make him smile
i never want to share
never want to share
never want to share

hes the mask
behind the pain
an echoing piano
amidst the rain

and his tears make me love
i never want to live
never want to live
never want to live

deadnote

lets face it
your a man
shes much to beautiful
to be real
im gonna go now
im gonna go now

deadnote

not that artistic
i tattoo myself
coming back
i paint on
others


let that living water
wash me away
let that living water
wash me away

made of perfection
the road is designed
a fine ocean shell
for all the world to see

deadnote

as of the now
i am in love with her
the real one
in my mind
theres a big hand
leading her on
input upon input
never to be alone
i fucking wither
no matter how bad
the dig hurts
i fucking wither

would magic erase
what is stupid
could this ignorance
be taken
giant sculpters
still the faith sinks
rise up with therye voice
and live again
briefly

justam

deadnote, you seem to change with the wind and a few minutes time. Are you like this in real life or only on paper?

deadnote

i am free to penetrate my heart
and i havent found a forum
bigger than peace
nonsense is relevant
when the day is night
nonsense is relevant
when the night is day

building her brick by brick
love falls through my fingers
sand in the wind
the evil dream is enough
im helpless to the drug
but i want life
i want life
i want life

deadnote

the paper is 100 percent
the mind filters in
trading away the perfection
i liter on grace

a book is thick
chuckling in the background
hands raised and fired
his perfect gift

innocence
forming

deadnote

i am white and brown
born strong man
now im down
slowly closing eyes
falling curtains colorless
blind

it happened so fast
the doors are locking up
fast forward what makes
us all cry
decifer what would be
good enough
to make you appear
ah
to make you appear