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By Christopher D. Hillsgrove
Diving into a shallow stream
forced you to let out a horrendous scream
being pushed around
being pushed around
like a floating leaf
screaming to the lord for some relief
flashbacks of a life you never knew
remembering dreams that you never had a chance to pursue
are you beginning to realize that this will be the end of you?
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Your Turn To Fail

Constricted
By Christopher D. Hillsgrove
Secluded where the roses are bred
The underbelly of the undead
Nothing more to Embark
Someone has revived the dark 
Now it has begun to feed
Please notify time to proceed 
Listen to the unsettled soul's lingering pleas
Who would have thought
This is how it feels
To be free

Constricted

Early Morning will you confess your sins? Where do I Begin? The devil certainly ain't my friend. We watched the corpse float by. The roads that led to this trouble; we put ourselves in. Were washed in. God knows who survived. The bridge sagged but the tunnel caved in and buried us alive. The church we were married in is submerged; its sinking. I always thought it would catch fire. Even in your reflection you've shown yourself to be a liar

Early Morning

What Was Never To Be
By Christopher D. Hillsgrove
Remnants of a resilient life
dissipates on the floor
of the disintegrating corridor
unnoticed and almost forgotten
I reemerge from death's unyielding siphon
to elude the glare of the girl by my side
to whom my secret
she used to say
I was the man of her fucked up dreams
the substitute hero mentioned in her screams
but not now
nothing is as it seems
because what was
was never to be.....

WhAt WAs NeVer To Be

Would Find A Cure
By Christopher D. Hillsgrove
I wish we would find a cure today
I wish we would find a cure
I can see hope fade from her eyes.
You'll make it through
You'll make it through
I would say
but now its perceived
as a lie
so many people
bored with their life today
they feel like they're wasting it
but they are afraid to be surprised
but that will change
when they face their demise
a wise man, I knew realized
he hadn't been quite so wise
when he looked at
his empty bedside
he wasn't satisfied
what's the point of being alive
If all you do is sigh
we all learn
not to deviate from our routine
and we are too scared to defy.

Would Find A Cure

Impossible To Feel 
like a firecracker amongst all the laughter, your smile turns into a nuclear disaster.
 A string of teeth blown out of your cheek; 
scattered along a dear friend's feet, 
who is in trenched in the street. 
Humanity's own deceit brought about its own defeat. 
You look at your hands on a college girl's breast. 
ARE THEY REAL? Hard to Tell, severed hands impossible to feel! 
As I watch you die, you say I have no feelings. 
What can I do? When God has apparently refused to help you. 
Pandemonium begins to ensued. 
Crowd left to endure this bleak view...

Impossible To Feel

I'm So Flexible Look How I Bend
By Christopher D. Hillsgrove
Why buy when someone is willing to lend
Dolled up in last year's trends
Too Many wild allegations
to defend
I don't need a lawyer
to get me out of this jam
I'm so flexible look how I bend
motherfucking ninja is what I am
There you are! Lets SLAM!!
I have a rod, revved up, ready to ram
I have a rod, lubed up, ready to ram

Im So Flexible Look How I Bend

Harvest The Stars
By Christopher D. Hillsgrove
Galaxies collide
cosmic tides
are turning
Harvest the stars
keep them from burning
static clinging
random objects shinning
fear blanketing
I let go of your hand
while you were majestically soaring
we were quietly fleeting
in a paradoxical eclipse
we both were retreating

Harvest The Stars

Sampson

Heaven is Postponed
by Christopher D. Hillsgrove
Heaven is postponed
there is an uneasiness
scaling in her bones
everything taken from her
so suddenly
so suddenly
withdrawn
even from her family
she slept half the day
away
away
peering out her window
she looks for you
she looks for you
sadden drifting in a daze
she wept uncontrollably
her soul resides in you
longing to be free
so she can finally relax and breathe
so much pent up rage
she confides in you
incoherently, she attempts to convey
her feelings she has for you.

Heaven Is Postponed

Violently Free is Christopher D. Hillsgrove, it began as a composition of poems that gradually morphed into songs (rough demos). Within each song there are elements of the artist and bands that influenced me as a person and a musician. Bands such as brand new, taking back sunday, hum, neutral milk hotel, vision of disorder, machinehead, at the drivin, social distortion, pixies, nirvana, slipknot, dropkick murphy's, flogging molly, joy division, iggy pop, modest mouse, the honorary title, deftones, manchester orchestra, rancid, mars volta, blink 182, and violent femmes. As a song writer I try to convey complex social and life issues into a simple metaphor. I always thought there is something to be said about a simple catchy song that people can take something from.

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