Dead Seed

the horizontal view
is all new to you
the coloured leaves
make it hard to breathe
when you're rubbing your brain
on the arm of your sleeve
it itches and burns
as it twists and turns
in your blackened urn

your heart is broken
like the words that were spoken
on a cracked one way token

your train is leaving
no more dry heaving
as you feel the breathing
of her in your reach
so much to teach
but you'll never succeed
she wants not your dead seed
it's time to be freed
it's time to bleed

Carry Me

carry me away
like the dead leaves that play
in the winter breeze
living off this disease

sliced and bleeding
continuously feeding
on the hands that touch
oh how I want it so much
to not be a dream
as i split at the seam
the hungry mouth that
swallows thick steam

rip out my thoughts
as the black seed rots
in the womb that was bought
not very far
closer than the brightest star
it's decayed and gone
like the forgotten song
that the forked tongue sings
as it takes it's aim
at all those to blame
for their sins and shame
but can't admit to it's own pain

makes my mouth numb
and fill up with desire
as the shadow moves
like a wild fire

across the field
the soft skin white and
peeled back
it's innocence revealed
and ready for attack

all the secrets we never knew
are suddenly coming into view
splashing us with a tint of blue

our days are spent
my heart is bent
carry me away
on this blackened day