BOTCHLA
By
Poison The Well

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But I adore her
this will never happen
but I adore HER
this will NEVER happen
over my DEAD body
of course I think ABOUT it
burn my path if it does
shape my body as I feel
torn
shape my body as I FEEL
torn BROKEN
and if it happens
I'll BURN and crawl deeper in my hole
darkness ALWAYS says hello
and your BURNING BODY will light my way
burning body LIGHT MY WAY

MY MIRROR NO LONGER REFLECTS

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Choke on your forked tongue as you lie to me again
Say it's too early to show how we feel
just shove me away / but what can be said
to someone who can't hear
or comprehend your actions
I've lost faith in what I've been told / it’s all a lie
I show true feelings always feeling the pain
Smash me to the ground a thousand times as before
But I can't rationalize anymore / carry me away
on concrete pillows incinerate me once more
Love means nothing to you anymore
blood stains on the wall with disfigured forms / end me

MATERIAL CHRIST

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Your so called meager life. Is plagued with riches. Born by the strong beliefs.
Of your many victims. The task that they enthrusted. Within your powers.
Yet they remain unchanged. Your god is non existent. You speak of your god.
Does he condemn your life. You're nothing but a hypocrite. Actions speak over words.
The many sins you've lived. The many lies you've told. Your defaming existence.
Hidden by a power tie. Where's your god. Who do you answer to. How do you live with yourself.
Where's your conscience. Where's your conscience. Do you think. This is just.
Such an excess of assets. While they hope to eat. Your golden spoon. Their hand to mouth.
After your final days. Where will you go. Your sins direct you. Not your words.
Your god is nothing. Your god is non existant. He's nothing.

A THE VIEW FROM HERE IS... B A BRICK WALL

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Covered from head to toe in lighting,
it's constantly changing when I'm around.
Days left before this is over and done with.
The sheets keep whispering "will you make it through this day?"
I'll practice making scenarios that aren't really there.
The corner hasn't helped in so long it speeds everything up now.
Back and forth, walking every piece of baggage off of me.
Hope when it hits they ground they turn to ash.
Sing the words even though they don't make sense at all.
I believe letters keep me warm.
I believe letters keep me company.
Tonight and forever in this room with mood lighting.
Even though it doesn't make sense.

SLICE PAPER WRISTS

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When you read this / I will not be the same
I have let my true form show
this is my last / lost in all my guilt
for letting you fall / understand it wasn't me
but I can't dream without showing intentions
as I ask these questions / where were you
now I can't see through your eyes
I remember the day the sun went out
It halted all progression with all its beauty
it just sacrificed / we fell apart
Sincerely yours I've disowned you [x3]
Sincerely yours I've disowned us

ARTISTS RENDERING OF ME

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With all my said unsaids / Never swallow
The idea of a happy ending
Another days memory dies
As I'm made to smile / these lifeless days
have left me with an empty heart
another wounded memory dies
I could / never / swallow your false ideals
of a lifeless / happy ending
how could words slit wrists and doors close
present day heart felt moments / killed by a slap
to the hand / another wounded memory dries
poisonous screams with messages
not thought of when released
another day here / another memory dies