The Girl in Black

Posted in Uncategorized on December 9, 2011 by captainbedsheet

Nobody knows the girl in black
Huddled in corners, her spirits cracked
Fingernails painted like blood in the dark
Lipstick seen in a deathly hue
She makes no sound, she stares to the ground
The world just passes her by

Nobody cares for the girl in black
Her eyes start to well, as she loses track
Of all the times she’s been left behind
Of all the nights she’s spent alone
Her palms meet her eyes, so quiet she cries
But no one looks twice as they pass

Nobody likes the girl in black
Her world crumbles, under attack
Their fingers point like jagged daggers
Piercing the fragile defenses that shatter
Her arms fold across, as her will becomes lost
What else is there to break?

Nobody saw the girl in black
When she walked to the edge and never came back
When she couldn’t handle the pain anymore
When the marks on her arm devoured her skin
When she cried her last sorrowful song
When she whispered goodbye and nobody heard

Nobody thinks they can change the world
I sat in the shadows not saying a word
I watched as I saw things crumble and fall
If i could change anything I’ve done, looking back,
I would have saved the girl in black

The Walking Coma

Posted in Uncategorized on July 2, 2011 by captainbedsheet

Have you ever had a dream that took you to a new world? Made you its slave. Wrapped you in commodities and a warmth you could never recreate alone. Everything is a matter of perception.
Dreams can take a long time before you awake. If one were to slip into a coma, drifting in a dreamworld for so long they would lose touch with our earth and live only in their own head. This state of mind, living in your own head, can occur not only when we sleep, but at all times in our life. We can walk around in reality with perceiving it as fantasy in our own mind, to push aside the troubles of reality. For this reason, I would call it the walking coma. Living physically in one plane while living mentally in another. Usually a more suitable alternative to the physical world, while being still conscious.
Unfortunately, it can take a long time to awake from this coma, and even worse, when you do, you had no idea you were even dreaming.

Ascension

Posted in Uncategorized on June 28, 2011 by captainbedsheet

Our worst afflictions, come from within

A mind diseased with what has been

Converted to a bloody shard

Of silk that scatters, torn and charred

Some will shrivel, lost behind

Falling to which darkness bind

Forget what demons’ words may say

We take to arms; we take the day

As Chaos Said

Posted in Uncategorized on June 23, 2011 by captainbedsheet

Darkness will surround me

Maybe,

It will take me

If there is light

I must be blind

If there is light

It is now behind

If I could walk

My feet are bound

If I could walk

Id just fall down

I try to wipe my tears away

With my fingered flesh

Only to bleed myself

Look at my hands

They are bladed claws

Everytime I try

To hold a heart within my hand

I open my palm

To find mash and gore

Of what used to be something beautiful

I should have known

When I tried to wipe my tears

The claws would cut my eyes

Bleed me

The only light I’ve found is fled

Darkness will surround me

Maybe…

It will take me

Study

Posted in Uncategorized on March 31, 2011 by captainbedsheet

Skin, folded sheets across the landscape

Mattress stained with future remorse

Arms drapped to see the floor

Perphaps the new found safety there

Eyes closed, minds sealed

Mouths open

Glass, glass, it liters here

Bags of plastic, manufactured nature’s whore

There is no safety here

Pressure pushing, but with no resistance

Causes bodies to be crushed within

If it’s only human

Our composition is simply weak

Daylight, dawn breaking softly

Into the crowded room

A reminder of the past, the present

Like the aftermath of a battlefield

Infested with limb

But more the silent sound of soul’s screaming

The problems have worked their way inside

Capillaries pump the insecurities up into

The brain that feeds a clouded eye

Scattered about, this frailty lies

I will not lay with you

There is no paradise here

If it’s only human

I’m a brand new specie

Because I’m not buying this shit

Lenses

Posted in Uncategorized on March 25, 2011 by captainbedsheet

A lighthouse

Is not what I claimed to be

A tower, built with shaped bricks

Flowing, melding ideals into place

That faithfully become tangible

But I will not change

I am no victim, seek no sypmathy

But every brick is structinized

Torn by nails of every shade

Every ghost that leaves it’s mark

To see my tower down

But I do not falter

I am illogical, they say

While others hold those darkened weights

I too should carry like in hand

But no strength comes into arm

The will is stronger, I lift myself

I am not you

And may not agree

But I am not my lover’s keeper

This tower was not built

To hold you up upright

Or to keep you held inside

I told you I am no lighthouse

And I may just collapse

But if you wish of me

Come not bearing blade

You may sleep inside

Scab

Posted in Uncategorized on February 4, 2011 by captainbedsheet

Through the pain, I find solitude

Through that silence, a new sore is found

Through my wounds, your voice will ring

Through your words, I find my antidote

But

Through them, I find my pain anew

Through you, the double edge blade

Cuts me

Through you, I am freed

Free to rattle the new cage you placed

So delicately

And through you, the cycle starts again

They tell me I’m unreasonable

But it doesn’t stop the pain

That leaves me here in solitude

Again

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