Seancey

A bullet full of asinine gunpowder graphics automatic pitch and hit from a vocal schematic Get a map for your crap load of track whore vernacular visceral vantage scrapping flags with a pitchfork You asked for a break, but the cake takes you up on your stakes your brakes are wearing thin, trying to stop your mistakes But the snow keeps packing on your downhill catastrophe and I won't lend a hand, so stop fucking asking me A slippery slope under a tightrope you're slicing At the throat of a world saturated with ricin Spreading butter and comms jammers Under hellbound Jihad banners Mobs lobbing Molotov coctails in awed manners This demean

Inside, we all know the reason she yells all the time. It's as much our struggle as hers, all we want is to live and be heard. She's scared. She's scared and confused. This life isn't even close to what she wanted, timing abused and all she can think about most nights is how her words and the petty fights should be taken and heard, how her job is a joke, and the only way she can cope is if she works for an end that's remembered again and again. She works her ass off to make sure her fifteen year old cast can pass off a show worthy of theatres abound, and every show, she lets herself down. The praise helps, but inside, she believes it isn't w

Light fades Past open eyes Turned as one Worlds collide Planets fall Fueling pride Supernova Tears are cried Lost inside My suffering Self collapsing Matter clings Waiting for The stars to sing Lullaby My heart to sleep Stardust Paralyzed Senses of the Synthesized Staring off Into my sky I plead for A change in tide Polarized on Frequencies Of bringing down My ardent kings Losing thoughts So evenly Searches lasting Endlessly Memories Breach the hull A feral mist Inside my skull Event horizon Of the pull Falling in A mindless hole Vacant in my Shattered mind An all consuming Space resides And out in The open, I Close my Broken e

I would say you stole my heart, But it wouldn't be true. I can feel it beating faster every time I think of you.

I'm frightened of the streams In my mind of kerosene Burning under bridges That I built of my dreams

My mind bleeds scorpions, And swallows the sting Of a thousand deserted threats Aimed at exoskeletal thoughts. Deception unfurls, a stinger on a tail Stemming at the hinges of Another locked door. It is a mockery of a daring escape I so desperately crave to reach. The door pours out of my eyes, And pulses with life, Organs in a metal shell, Pumping in perfect unison, Awaiting my reluctant touch. When I turn the knob, The door takes its toll. Flaunting  powerful precision, It pierces all concentration, Unnerving neurotoxins Detach me from my senses. The nonsense arrives, And the untapped energy In my silent, still body Taps out a rhythm

I called you my Teddy Bear, Because I knew That I could warm you with my embrace. I realize this now, you were just like my teddy. As long as my back was turned, you grew cold once again.

Tomorrow, A new day. Tomorrow, A new story. Tomorrow, A new life. Tomorrow, Always out of reach.

Souls at an impasse, The world moves past, Closer and closer we feel To the sound of the blackbird. The shadows will fall, The trees stand tall, Further and further we move From the sound of the church bells. Softly we scream, As we drop to our knees. So, is it wrong? Is it wrong? Is it wrong that I cry, And my tears, set aside, Fall, broken hearted, From my greying eyes? Is it wrong that I see, Of the cruel destiny, Awaiting mankind as We fall from the sky? Hearts in a vice grip, Clasping hands slip, Sobbing and sobbing, forget- ing the sound of a blackbird. Light fades the colors, Irises shudder, Ugly, so ugly, we run From th