One With The Rhythm

    Sounds of various rhythms

    entice                    your

  great,                    large

elastic,                  mind.

                             you can

                             hear it

                            through

                             your

                             flesh,

                           feeling

                            all of

                          the grooves

                       and pulses, playing to

                     your heart beat in tandemly.

                    As the music gets louder and

                    louder you feel your muscles

                       tingle, as your body and

                               limbs become….            

…..sentient.

Crocodile Tears

WARNING

THESE LYRICS ARE REALLY BAD

I know I’ve made mistakes before

It doesn’t matter what I thought

But you take this time to come aboard

To pretend you care a lot

You cry and put your “supportive” lore

Like my doubt is all for not

CHORUS

I don’t care if I messed up

I don’t care who will hear

Just don’t give me any of those

Crocodile Tears

Crocodile Tears

So what you don’t have the words

To tell me that I’m wrong

The only thing that is worse

Is that you’ve been lying all along

I will transverse what you’ve conversed

And show you I am strong

CHORUS

I don’t care if I messed up

I don’t care who will hear

Just don’t give me any of those

Crocodile Tears

Crocodile Tears

So you think comforting me

Is the safest thing you can do

You must realize that your not discreet

With all the garbage you spit and spew

You guarantee that you’re trustworthy

But we all know that’s not true

Just Being Polite

You were in a mood

But didn’t want to seem rude

Said you’d just taste it

But now completely wasted

It’s nine in the morning, dude

Inflated Ignorance

So “high and mighty”

You are just as small as us

Oxymoronic

Underneath

I am alone underneath

My limbs feel effortless and dead

The depths brood and fade into black

The sound of your heart beat echoes

My air begins to stale

My lungs swell faster

Fear and hopelessness intertwine

The dark gets darker

I am stuck underneath

Unable to breathe, immune to focus

No one is here to save me

I die as the ocean consumes

ZomBabies

I was raised by what I’ve read

Books that teach to raise the dead

I don’t use it for good or for evil

I use it for jobs that seem primeval

I try not to act too suspicious

Ignore the zombie that’s washing my dishes

Look past the gardner who is undead

Disregard the butler without a head

I live alone with my zombie creations

I’ve never been one for lasting relations

There is no father, just me; no drama

I’m like the zombies’ baby mama