b i l l y -- r o a c h -- {D4} fin (cb 4/5)
Sept 1, 2017 16:15:31 GMT -5
Post by rook on Sept 1, 2017 16:15:31 GMT -5
my father thinks that i am a weapon
but if that is true, then he has no idea how to wield me
there is abnormal power about this room
where many have bled in search of perfection
as i stand over my opponent, sparring sword at their throat,
it's bluntness no barrier for me if i had intent,
i am statuesque, trying to be the image of a career
awaiting something. instructions
and you, the curious boy with a mad smile
you cut out the hearts of those who threatened you
took the thunder from their lungs and bottled it in little jars
arranged them in your attic like peculiar ornaments
men, women, people like you and i
just going about their jobs, they probably had children too
they all died by your hand, and for what?
just so you could keep up this tiresome charade
stay away from me, i don't care about how many people you've killed
it isn't attractive you fucking psychopath
but if that is true, then he has no idea how to wield me
there is abnormal power about this room
where many have bled in search of perfection
as i stand over my opponent, sparring sword at their throat,
it's bluntness no barrier for me if i had intent,
i am statuesque, trying to be the image of a career
awaiting something. instructions
☸
the fisherman who has taken me to sea
casting away from these familiar shoals
he let me see the way the stars swim in the tides
and the galaxies pool amidst the bleached coral reefs
afterwards we would dock on the old quays
and saunter into unruly distilleries, hoping for a quiet drink
the ale was sugared to hide the stale taste of sea brine
and the building's wooden framework stank of rot
but i didn't mind
casting away from these familiar shoals
he let me see the way the stars swim in the tides
and the galaxies pool amidst the bleached coral reefs
afterwards we would dock on the old quays
and saunter into unruly distilleries, hoping for a quiet drink
the ale was sugared to hide the stale taste of sea brine
and the building's wooden framework stank of rot
but i didn't mind
☤
and you, the curious boy with a mad smile
you cut out the hearts of those who threatened you
took the thunder from their lungs and bottled it in little jars
arranged them in your attic like peculiar ornaments
men, women, people like you and i
just going about their jobs, they probably had children too
they all died by your hand, and for what?
just so you could keep up this tiresome charade
stay away from me, i don't care about how many people you've killed
it isn't attractive you fucking psychopath
☥
i can feel something in my bones
an age is ending seemingly, we are all in transition
the religious cults will suffer for their black rituals
how many more whales must die
and me, i will find purpose
not in this pointless day-by-day where i am not alive,
yet not blessed with the gift of death,
but in something more
something unknown
and i look forward to the adventure of it
an age is ending seemingly, we are all in transition
the religious cults will suffer for their black rituals
how many more whales must die
and me, i will find purpose
not in this pointless day-by-day where i am not alive,
yet not blessed with the gift of death,
but in something more
something unknown
and i look forward to the adventure of it
