Who can help me sing
All the joy I bring
If my voice won't work
Feels like lesser spring
Feels like summer falls
It fails, and is not all
Set sail to future behold
It glows like gold
But now my voice is out
Crowds of fear and doubt
In my head they plead
Say they know I need
Something more to shine
Light too bright, goldmine
But I feel alright now
I still feel fine, despite
Their idle mutiny
I know not what I would do
If I could not be with you
If I could not spend a day
Listening to all you say
Indeed you speak much taboo
At times right out of the blue
At times with nothing to say
But I will not wonder away
Despite all the words you spit
Some of them worth lesser shit
I won't escape through the door
Because that is what you are for
Despite all your tantrums in time
Our life will not fall out of line
I am content with my crime
Nagging exclusively mine
It smells like dung
Dreadfully stings
Shoots out my lung
Quick death it brings
It smells like bum
It smells like sins
Speaks rotten tongues
And lifts on wings
Twisted and frail
Its scent sets sail
It rides on rails
Smooth and unstoppable
When I breath it ails
A stench of grime and decay
Because I have not yet
Brushed my teeth today
I got stuff to do
I have lines to fill
I will do so too
When there's time and will
I got work to finish
And I will get it all done
Before motivation diminishes
And I just crave for fun
But after an hour of disaster
I feel like living just a speck
And then two hours after
My motivation still is a wreck
So I might just watch another movie
To get my mind back in check
And even though the movie was groovy
I just can't work - out of respect
I got stuff to do
I have words to type
I will do so too
If it takes me all night
I have essays to finish
I have books to read
And I will read them all
As soon as my soul is freed
Just a little activity
It might get me in the mood
Just a few short clips to see
They might change my attitude
Just a few more stories to read
They might help me find my way
And now it seems like I haven't done
Anything today
I got stuff to do
I have rows to reap
But it seems I might
Have to do it in my sleep
Through the darkness sweeping
And the walls of Eden
Leaping over their borders
Realms of disorder
In my path I follow
All the rage I swallow
Keep it trapped in inside
Leave my alibis
For the other lives
That follow after the current one
I lack the life
To spend my time undergoverned sun
And ride the waves
And the lands of sand
Disband at hand
At the grains demand
Heads rolling, limbs flying and blood sprouting like water fountains. I've been running a marathon through the gross last weekend and the start of this week, shockumentaries and horror films humanity has been doomed to forget. I thought I had already seen all the bloodsplatter this mad world had to offer, but now I see how wrong I was! Reviews and Titles for the vast array of terrorous movies follow below, watched this Sunday Tuesday Monday for blood sprayed fun yay. I wonder why humanity holds such a fascination in the bizarre and dreadful, but I suppose it goes back, to the good, old, times. I shall not forget to mention this thread for brining me back into this hybrid genre of death and destruction. ;)