Thinking Plague

Once the pebble of an avalanche army now the guardian retreats in cool shade unaware of the numbers bled and by whom the desert war was led the war like a large blind bird flew hard slow and clumsy Guarding the world's sleeping sapphire head at the f

In the dark waiting with loathing and dread she is coming alerted by my self-pity she is a child frozen in her pain I can never be free of her and never she of me sometimes she comes when I'm trying to know love she torments me and tells me I am not

The wheel I must turn with the world does not permit me my dream Just the promise of a life cushioned in meaningless possessions and a ladder to climb over my fellow man Though I've fenced off the reality of waste and suffering I hear (beyond this se

One eye fear the other wolf in night mirror prison snarling red and stones Small death blooms burst in cold lost worlds new skin reveals a child of terror Sink the moon and light the lover's flesh for jewels and fire the pool of madness No longer one

The hell bell rings up through boiling rotting caves the undiscovered spheres of any brain The bell hell rings up through boiling rotting veins the undiscovered spheres of my brain Certainly I am aware that it is day a day exactly like any other day

Love you are twilight to me now a drowsy wine of vague delight He has found me and he calls to me but my heart is hidden well a gulch a friend of skeletons and despair Love you are twilight to me now and false messengers torment me In a dream love hu

Stop! I'm blown apart – gradual smithereens eyes and ears and heart splitting at the seams hope is why I can't – head is why I must build me up again – grind me down into dust chopping down the truth – cannot tell a lie scattered chips of youth – bit