heywood floyd
11-13-2007, 02:21 PM
time for lines around the eyes
only the vaguest concerns
you impending force of decay
I tire of your youthful face
misspoke the reflection
turned the songbook page
and dropped into the smell of holes
the autumn is burning
you're coming on colder
don't leave the window open
what drifts in is unclean
your spirit won't be lifted
if you inhale a touch too often
a rock to the glass too many
and the pieces spell your glistening name
those mistrust faces when you interact
suddenly with their deep inner animals
like in grandmothers stories
oh how her arcs stretched
though her death meant nothing to you
what does death mean when you're eight
there is nothing to it really
uplifted
your spirit shines as the smell of old flesh
rises to permanently evaporate
and the whole unwholesome life
goes crashing through the clouds
somewhere they wander a few days
then lose their bearings
spirits wander freely until one moment
turning around find themselves
unfamiliar, those terms they've escaped
you too one day will know
how well the dead know the living
how they crawl into their flesh sometimes
distract you out
then make themselves at home
of course that creepy conclusion can't be
if you hold yourself by the heart
keep its handheld pumping going
with those ghostly hands
flowing through aorta veins and arteries
you got that wrap of flesh down solids
lets be solids a while then liquids
lets go back to the ocean that salty
make it music let's go in the winds will shrivel
our flesh will tremble together we're still
mortal but there's time enough to do it again
keep on doing it again there's will
we have it let's not lose out
let's repair our wrists reverse the time
we said it's over let's find something more to say
you morbid we have something
connection like an ancestry how familiar
I found your conversations and you too
said what when we came together sparks
remember abandoned with echoes of life
leave it all behind remember could have
but we didn't follow that now what it is who knows
could be nothing but dream it sometimes
even with images carry on with imagination keep going
with that epic sometimes wash away like waves
I no longer control,
lose my breath and go under.
only the vaguest concerns
you impending force of decay
I tire of your youthful face
misspoke the reflection
turned the songbook page
and dropped into the smell of holes
the autumn is burning
you're coming on colder
don't leave the window open
what drifts in is unclean
your spirit won't be lifted
if you inhale a touch too often
a rock to the glass too many
and the pieces spell your glistening name
those mistrust faces when you interact
suddenly with their deep inner animals
like in grandmothers stories
oh how her arcs stretched
though her death meant nothing to you
what does death mean when you're eight
there is nothing to it really
uplifted
your spirit shines as the smell of old flesh
rises to permanently evaporate
and the whole unwholesome life
goes crashing through the clouds
somewhere they wander a few days
then lose their bearings
spirits wander freely until one moment
turning around find themselves
unfamiliar, those terms they've escaped
you too one day will know
how well the dead know the living
how they crawl into their flesh sometimes
distract you out
then make themselves at home
of course that creepy conclusion can't be
if you hold yourself by the heart
keep its handheld pumping going
with those ghostly hands
flowing through aorta veins and arteries
you got that wrap of flesh down solids
lets be solids a while then liquids
lets go back to the ocean that salty
make it music let's go in the winds will shrivel
our flesh will tremble together we're still
mortal but there's time enough to do it again
keep on doing it again there's will
we have it let's not lose out
let's repair our wrists reverse the time
we said it's over let's find something more to say
you morbid we have something
connection like an ancestry how familiar
I found your conversations and you too
said what when we came together sparks
remember abandoned with echoes of life
leave it all behind remember could have
but we didn't follow that now what it is who knows
could be nothing but dream it sometimes
even with images carry on with imagination keep going
with that epic sometimes wash away like waves
I no longer control,
lose my breath and go under.