Curfew

My generation has been touched by the finger o' death,
all o' my great idols died days before or after my conception.
And we all have this legacy o' being great too.
We can't emerge from this.

Depths o' spleen around our spirits,
Draughts o' misery overrun my Rome today.

Draught feeds fire.
Fire feeds consumption.
Consumption leads to death
And death touched my generation.

Bluish Dawn

Meaningless routine, come to me.
Aimless days, talk to me.
And jabber on, jabber on.

Over the Bulkhead
the Depths and over some Grains.
The corn fields yell in, yell in.

The Yellowish luftmatratze platzen.

Angst

I want to lay and die. I want laws to abide.

This is too mean to me.

I'm weak, I faint, I see.

Understanding's not winning. Knowledge's more to worry about.

I've learned and I still stupid. That's the truth, priest.

Stupidity reign o'er me.

(otherwise, I'll flee)
:Anguish

Let's have a war

My dear Johnny my dear friend
And so once again you are fightin' us all
And when I ask you why
You raise your sticks and cry, and I fall

Oh, my friend
How did you come
To trade the fiddle for the drum
You say I have turned
Like the enemies you've earned

But I can remember
All the good things you are
And so I ask you please
Can I help you find the peace and the star

Oh, my friend
What time is this
To trade the handshake for the fist
And so once again

Oh, America my friend
And so once again
You are fighting us all
And when we ask you why

You raise your sticks and cry and we fall
Oh, my friend
How did you come
To trade the fiddle for the drum

You say we have turned
Like the enemies you've earned
But we can remember
All the good things you are

And so we ask you please
Can we help you find the peace and the star
Oh my friend
We have all come
To fear the beating of your drum

Symptom

Words never mean nothing, Words can't save a soul.
The Divine Spirit won't touch the branded people when they moan.

Our home's our land and our land's our heart.
Issues that can refrain, Graces there are tart.

These are the things that make they cheer.
Those are their delusional fear.

Smaller and smaller,
Comes to and end.

Breeze,
Fend.

Holy Grace O' Beyond call my name when I'm

Migraine in a tot
And migraine in a sip
The whole world will be dragged into fear, into fear.

          - Mesmerize, don't you hold back any longer or try to restrain.
Dreams quit tomorrow. Dreams can attain.



                                    - My weariness amazes me and I'm branded, I'm mistreat, I flee.

“Per pale, the first barry of eight Gules and Argent, the second Gules, on a mount Vert a crown Or, issuant therefrom a double cross Argent. In crest the Holy Crown of Hungary.”

Y

Words that don't exist,
Make more sense to me
     - Lonesome dreams are never empty
And I'll always be full, regrettably.

thought

In white sheets, will never be contained, a Thought.