breath for the breathless

four hollow bodies,
holding nothing, floating...
but these empty vessels.
on the empty water, still draw attention,
from overhead and down below.
they can smell it from miles away.
driven by a basic will to survive,
and not a man alive; knows of instinct.
or they wouldn't be floating.

so after the crash,
drifting at sea for days.
but the black box was too far
from where they were carried, and exhaustion,
claimed them before god could be disproven.

I tried..

Here I lay my head to rest
and it sickens me.
The way the blood clots and the body gives out
before the floor beneath me shuffles its feet.
It's never,
Time to sleep
to dream
to die.
"You're all mine." She whispers.
And I'm afraid.
I lost count of the times;
she stood over,
and enclosed me.

Here I lay my head
From Cradle to Coffin
We're straining these lungs to be heard
across a thousand frequencies crying:
"Can you Hear Me?"

The End of All Things

beyond the red reveille, we found a dark sky dawning... over the mountain, so much blood still in the fields, what would it take now to carry out their commands, just a long line of failures and fallen men.

this is the sound of a hundred hungry voices crying out... waiting to be heard, in the ground we lay their unmoved, undisturbed. until the day, when the dead walk the earth.

i will see you, at the end of all things.

i; in my watchtower,
you; as the last man standing.

beyond your great revelation, you heard nothing of my name.
but i will beckon you, and the world will fall under the things i say.

... we wager, disciplined gambling

We wage these wars on the edge of hope,
left to die, and die alone;

So how high; do we have to go?

Before something;
some sign shows us the way back home?

Lyrics to "we're ghosting."

"When the doors between two worlds opened,
I ceased to be a ghost, and I became the blood in my fingers
in the veins of my hands
I felt the world under my feet
with its nails and its splinters (stabbing at my worn down feet) I felt..
the salt, the red water (pouring over me) in the loam of my chest

I was no longer this ghost, the vapours were gone,
I was solid, I hurt, my wings could be broken,
it was joy, I was living in it,
I bled, (I died) again... in your arms again"

So many still frames, like fragments we're all washed away, and worn around the edges
by this tide (it's fucking overwhelming) (ITS OVERWHELMING !!!)

You wrapped us in the purest light
then whispered promises, like nothings (these unholy things in tongues) I haven't learned yet
my heart's so filled with sorrow, but wants not a drop of air (drops of regret) (gasping).
I'm not guilty of anything as long as I can forget,
Everything that already happened,
but the sounds of you screaming...
Keep ringing on and on, and i'm waiting for the end

(We only waited for the lights to go out, before we made a move... made our move)

So we reach out for comfort
Longing for support
but these arms offer nothing
and receive even less than they never gave,
in return.

We're all dying on the inside, to keep from dying out.

other song's pending.

woke up in cold sweats.
thinking about the thousand thankless nights,
we tore at each other, down further.

i don't need this,
who ever fucking needs this?
we're our own self-destruction!

the devastation of the relationship,
friends are supposed to build together
not from one and other.

tearing it all down,
(clear cut to regrow)
so why would you burn just one bridge my love,
when you can raze the whole city?

Father vs. Dad, Mother vs. Mom

I believe my existence to be a point of contention and animosity between my parents. Like really shitty hate fucking that resulted in a baby. 

A friend of mine asked me why I call my father, father and not dad.. I explained its cause he and my mother birthed me, then had very little to do with the way I grew up from there. 

Ugh. 

I hate this kind of thinking.