For years I have waited
For someone to find and rescue me
But then just when I think
Maybe I have been found
I sadly discover
Someone else has received that good fortune
Before me
And three is always a crowd
Leaving me to continue wandering
Lost and never found
In the underground
Lost and always alone
Won't someone please claim me?
Saturday, May 29, 2010
Ode To A Witch
My itch its getting out of hand again
Must be a nervous habit
The burning of the witch is inching closer
But what if the good bitch is the one to melt away
Shes done Shes done trying Shes giving a fuck
Shes done no harm
You mortals fail to see shes done nothing wrong
Only tried to give a voice to the voiceless
Oh so shes not hanging with the 'it' crowd
Boil enough to sink her as you invite her for tea
Then off with her head but you fools have yet to see
Shes dead anyway
Since her first horror
You cracked his shell you tick-tocked away the clock
She came in handy when you want a date with the roommate in pink
Then no more
Go away pea soup No luck of the irish today
Must be a nervous habit
The burning of the witch is inching closer
But what if the good bitch is the one to melt away
Shes done Shes done trying Shes giving a fuck
Shes done no harm
You mortals fail to see shes done nothing wrong
Only tried to give a voice to the voiceless
Oh so shes not hanging with the 'it' crowd
Boil enough to sink her as you invite her for tea
Then off with her head but you fools have yet to see
Shes dead anyway
Since her first horror
You cracked his shell you tick-tocked away the clock
She came in handy when you want a date with the roommate in pink
Then no more
Go away pea soup No luck of the irish today
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
If The Moon Bled
Another day has turned to dust
No more sparkles only rust
Another night alone in bed
Oh christ what a bore
I wish I were dead.
How drab life can be
Hailing a cab that only stops
For he and she
All the strife an hour can bring
Oh God isn't spring over rated.
With its posies and tulips
Bright red fields for the privileged
To mosey on through
With gold payments due
Paid in full.
Another night with a moon so bright
I would like to stab
Have you ever seen the moon bleed?
You might just tonight.
The world would mourn
The sun would burn
Red the oceans would turn
I wouldn't give a damn
But my heart would continue to yearn.
No more sparkles only rust
Another night alone in bed
Oh christ what a bore
I wish I were dead.
How drab life can be
Hailing a cab that only stops
For he and she
All the strife an hour can bring
Oh God isn't spring over rated.
With its posies and tulips
Bright red fields for the privileged
To mosey on through
With gold payments due
Paid in full.
Another night with a moon so bright
I would like to stab
Have you ever seen the moon bleed?
You might just tonight.
The world would mourn
The sun would burn
Red the oceans would turn
I wouldn't give a damn
But my heart would continue to yearn.
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