Some Days it gets ridiculous;
they're overcast as it comes,
discarding friends like they're deciduous,
determined to outlast the ones,
who are avid at being frivolous,
philosophizing past the sun,
and laughing while seeing into us,
it's sin to us; theres noone
who prepares nuns for immaculate conception,
it's ejaculate perception...
you're still laughing at the question.
Some Days I try to understand,
the eagerness of immaturity,
and I ask "Why?" to blunder man,
seeking this to win the purity,
of your smile with all it's span,
it's sheen fills me with surity,
but should i sit in front or stand?
I'd obscure the view, shift certainty,
lift hurting me; the only one that can
tell me how I feel, spinning on movie reels,
presented in gold plating...
because you clicked your ruby heels.
Some Days my wrists begin to throb,
with quickened liquid running through,
and it persists to do it's job
to romove the sickened one in you.
ensure your thoughts cannot be robbed,
by masked bandits; trouble brews,
churning up my butter-thick sobs,
quick lobs?
change up knows not what to do.
What's shut to truth?
it made me vomit up my heart
the ending tops the chart...
but music promised me a real fine way to start.
Some Days the sound is supersonic,
the ring piercing my ear.
depcition of addiction becoming chronic,
or a chronological form of fear,
the screams begin to feel harmonic,
where the raining fire sears,
so I venture to steal whats honest,
confiscate it from these liars here.
I seize Sire's mirror, it can read backwards
perceiving right to left...
you left wrong for the slackers.
Some Days I try too hard to be myself,
so much I don't do what I ought to.
stabbing shards attempt to steal my health,
the silver bullet was true when it shot you.
No rotation on the spinning wheel of wealth,
circulation? meaningless when God forgot you.
and the world collapses, lacking stealth,
there was no preventing the rot through.
it's not true, they lost you in the tidal wave,
my sight you'll crave...
when you're fighting as an idle brave.
Some Days I wear my heart on my shirt sleeve
and peace of mind leaves out the window.
sometimes I realise that it hurts to breath
but the pain cannot really win, though
and revealing my life helps me to conceive
where I'm going, but not where I've been so
I stay in this place, so proufoundly naive
the Bible never said ignorance was sinful
it's akin though, and it cannot be denied
"I Love You Too" is all you replied.
Some Days the day will fly right by,
and I hardly feel guilty at all.
It's not that I forget to cry,
I simply just built me a wall.
The bricks are strong, and don't ask "Why?"
you never remember to call.
get out of there..don't bask, fly!
as long as you can, before your downfall
I tried to drown all,
but my sorrows weren't deep
I often dream of you,
but never in my sleep.
Some Days the door slams on my head
and I wake up quick fast
don't drink the coffee! Smell it instead
the taste will never last
Artificial Joy is expensive when read
taking it's toll from your recent past.
dig the knife a little deeper,
then spread
your emotions on a toasted pane of glass.
Insane at last! The handstamp is incorrect!
we came to grips with the fact
that we didn't have the wire to connect
Some Days I am at peace with mind
and everything goes quiet
within this tranquility I find
a disturbing lack of ghost riots
and what you take as diseasing signs
hold messages, glorious inside it
when Satan is done with leasing minds
you'll have someone to coinside with
and to confide wits,
to an existence that's spattered
Did you know,
neither of us really matter?
Some Days
I wear not a sheild
Some Days
I'm filled with rage
Some Days
I'm in an open field
Some Days
I'm locked in a cage
Some Days
I'm in love with me
Some Days
you take my place
Some Days
I want you to see
Some Days
you're just a friendly face
Some Days
there is no burden of tomorrow
Some Days
I am overcome by your sorrow...
...why can't you be happy?
Love,
Your friend on a rainy day