The sweet scent of what was, still stuck to my pillow
The sweet scent of nothing, eluding me once again
The sweet scent of nothing setting me adrift from all that is real
Still drifting, through a sea of blood red roses

"Let go" whispers the smirking apparition,
ghosts of lovers past appear before me, in my hour of need
Pick, pick, pick away, drop me in the sea of thorns
for I can take no more

I shall collapse on the shore, my flesh torn
you can oppress me no more,
for I know what I have done
and I know now what has begun

We Used To Speak (Part I)

Beleaguered Boy

Skin on Skin

Disturbed from my slumber
Weary eyed, I see my lover
Her smell, the scent of home
Her tears, setting the tone

Her hand on my heart
A message as she departs
"We’ll meet again with skin like leather"
"Our love is eternal, we are forever" 

And Now We Don't (We Used To Speak Part II)

Are We Still Dreaming?

Brain dead
Spoon fed
Catered for
by the evil

Catering for 
appetites of destruction
Have you had enough son?

Enough to take a step back 
And plan your next attack on the youth of today
On their mothers, on their fathers
You sir, are a fucking disgrace

Yes you sir, are a fucking disgrace

One day
People will cease to obey
These will be the ones
that dance on your grave

Do you plan for that blade
to caress my neck?
Do you plan for my body
to hit your deck? 

For my head to roll
Off your boat
Through your waters
It will float

Like a buoy
It'll bob along
Bob along
Humming your song

"We are man, we can do wrong"
No wrong, no wrong, no wrong 


No Wrong

Rainy Day Music

I, creator of this ungodly mess 
Shall clear the way for you, victim of my suffering
To journey faraway and out of this land
A life here, I feel is no longer possible for you now

Your eyes screaming out the stories of your thus far, tainted life
Coming close but never revealing all
Never revealing the true extent of your suffering,
Suffered at the hands of your creator

The blood I wear on my hands,
It belongs to you, fair lady
The blood that runs down my arms,
It belongs to you, pure lady 

It sinks through the pores in my skin,
Into my old, decrepit veins
Finding its way through and enkindling,
My cold, venomous heart 

I pray that you are well now, great ruler of my emotions.
I pray that the spring shall come soon
And with it, a path of South American flowers. 
Your path. A path leading you on to a life of Bahian attire, Cuy Chactado and unity

You needn't worry for I shall never be lonely
Not now that I have loved such a woman,
Not now that I have felt such purity
A purity beyond anything I could have ever perceived to be true

The blood that courses through me,
Will always belong to you, kind lady
The heart that you found,
Will always belong to you, my dearest lady

My breath, no longer short
The waves in my stomach, no longer break
I can no longer hold you close to me,
For I no longer make you, my dearest lady, feel safe.	

Music & Poem: Mike Cunningham


Victim Of My Suffering

Chasing Nothing

MC
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