TWO



like Noah sailing through God's angry high seas
I scratch the surface of the rainclouds to pick at sand fleas

she looks at me when I talk like I am made of fire
beneath those eyes I sense desire

as if in a moment you can always tell
that fate would throw us together well

but is all this crackling energy
that i feel flowing from you to me
something real or merely fantasy?
a dream of what I long should be?

if  I could save two of everything
could I save two hearts to sing
together eternal and simply pure
without a need for closing doors

or is this what bitterness is for?

a shame my radar's off
a shame i 'm always wrong
this decent will mean i'm gone
love will have to feed without me

a crime to think i have no song
no torch to carry on
what has left  forever gone
love will have to feed without me

a carcass picked down to the bone
a light went out in the dark alone
don't call i wont pick up the phone
love will have to feed without me

exit wounds on my heart betray the end before the start
you can't start a fire underwater

battle wounds that refuse to heal
as I let loneliness congeal
lay me to rest among the best
that heartbreak has to offer
love will have to feed without me

ONE

an athiest lament


i try to sing in the dark
but cannot find the spark
this lonely voice i project
is instantly lost from neglect
i like my face without light
i keep going mostly out of spite
full of piss and decadence
for my imaginary jeering audience

if i pose like jesus christ
as if he was thrown on ice
would my skin freeze to the cross
would all be lost

and as the wine kicks in
i feel my skin wear thin
i stare down into my soul
i see its blackened hole
i feel so tragically broken
air still rings as if i had just spoken
the fading resonance of a beautiful dream
that turned dissonant and came apart at the seams

if i contort like jesus christ
would i collapse under frozen cross on ice
would my skin get hard as wood
would all be lost, it should

a shallow shell of a half rung bell
chimes loudly at me but for no one
out of tune and out of time
i feel lost and forgotten by everyone
i try to scream in the dark
is it too late to make my mark?
this desperate lonely rebellious yell
is weak despite its decible

on the ground like jesus christ
abandoned body a useless shell on the ice
i left against medical advice
i left to pay the price

Explanation of concept

A lot of times when I listen to music lyrics form in my head. These lyrics are usually rhyming in some manner and have links to each other somehow, but don't have a coherent meaning of any kind, or, sometimes they do. 

I enjoy the way they feel and sound in my mind and how they look when I type them out.  Since I have no criteria or purpose for them I can let them flow out and not follow any literary rules. They are what they are. Songy or poemy to a point but not constrained into either.

I figured I would start saving some of the schtuff here.

That's the huge colossal deep shallow scoop, nothing more to see here, move alone and enjoy my scribblings. Or if not, get off my e-law you damn nosy neighbors!

-mgmt