I don’t mean to be a bore
but I am inside of your walls
and your house is such an eyesore
I always dread crawling in
and it occurs to me now
that you don’t want me to be here

And I don’t want to be cruel
but i’m turning into you

and you are making me a mouthful 
and I feel the terror grip you
as it grips me too
and we both go under and

now is time you see
the wooden parts of me
get your axe ready

to fall 
as I fell I saw a hole in the earth where I was
keep steady now
you’ll get more desperate with each swing
but rest assured I am coming down
you’ll make me into something useful
I am sure of it

I don’t mean to freak you out
but there’s a bug on your shoulder
god forbid I get to listen to you speak
can I say for the record
I find your conversations lacking
as if you’d ever speak to me 

and I don’t mean to be cruel
but I know that you do
and you do a standup job of it
but we’ll see who is who
when you feel the terror grip you
and I don’t let go of it

now it’s time to part
with a portions of your heart
don’t be surprised if you start

to fall
there’s a crater in the earth where you were
keep steady now
you'll get more desperate with each plunge
but rest assured you’re coming down
i’ll make you into something useful
if you make me into something

make me into something (useful)

it starts innocent enough
euphemistic synonyms
my advice: it’s time to toughen up
but now 
there’s admission of some guilt
and a weakness of the will
that finds you prostrate at my door

wish you had somewhere to hide that I could find

I wasted many anxious years
peering between the blinds for you
but the changing of the guards couldn’t come quickly enough
sleeping shift or albatross
I don’t remember what I was
Before this form got in the way
what I say? Clocks are ticking us down, cover is getting sparse
return  fire now

I know the middle of it all
is such a tempting time
to propose calling it off
but now
that the blood is on my hands
the Calvary demands
 a swift finishing blow

Albatross

I was penitent
Ignorant
Digging up through the trenches
Buying time for cheap
And wholly devouring it

I was savoring
The water squeezed
From the wood that was
Encasing me 
Pulling at shackles
Hoping they would bend
Until

I’m free (the terror never lessens)
I’m free (it’s a shame, it’s not your shame)
I’m free (once I pick your bones clean)
I’m free (everyone starts moving)
Everyone starts moving

It was violent
Unthinking force
A tragedy that has been rehearsed
There is so little to resort to
When it comes time to resort

It was shelter from the rain at first
It was the stone that keeps my innards cold
Dismembered into parts
Cartilage, hope, meat, sinew, and bone

I’m free (the terror never lessens)
I’m free (it’s a shame, it’s not your shame)
I’m free (once I pick your bones clean)
I’m free (everyone starts moving)
Everyone starts moving

Everyone Starts Moving

Suffer
From a chorus of madrigals
Sung by a choir of black tongues
By an author who thought it was permanent
Lash out because of it
Entropy happened i’m still stuck together
Glued to the faucet i’m pouring out of
Others have held their organs in better
Plowing ahead until the wheels fall off

Oh
Swallowing neologisms
The state of humanity 
Has nothing to do with me

Stagnation
Is the name of a coffin at best
A hell at the worse
to curse into carrying
To clean and dismantle my form like a rifle
Like god or somebody like him
Purpose wrung out, distended
Determined to pack every inch in
The sun didn’t come out for this
But i rose and i did
I rose i did

Oh
Swallowing neologisms
The state of humanity 
Has nothing to do with me

Black Tongues

Good Omens Podfic based on this work by whatareyou42: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49643107

The Longest Elevator Ride

A Good Omens Podfic based on the lovely work of sixbynine
https://archiveofourown.org/works/58227520

Rating: E
(Content Warning: Demon/Monsterf***, Size Difference)

It's A Demon Dickdown

5. MY FATHER'S HOUSE

This album is about carrying things longer than you thought you could.

It starts in memory and pressure—loss, routine, drifting, trying to survive the days without answers. Somewhere along the way, it falls apart completely, hits the abyss, and has to sit there long enough to feel it. Not to fix it. Just to be honest about it.

The second half isn’t about being “healed.” It’s about finding footing, learning where home actually is, and realizing that even when the echoes don’t go away, you can still wake up, still move, still choose to keep going.

Not a victory lap—just proof I’m still here. this is a rebirth of our first album something Ira and the randolphs worked together on A true RxI album 

The grind

Original Composer: ZUN
Arranger: Marvin Zero
Image: https://www.pixiv.net/member_illust.php?mode=medium&illust_id=63538984

Mary The Magician

He'd already spent too long sacrificing the here and now on the altar of the past. They had so little time.

AU, series. Ten years. It isn't enough. It's all they have. Aziraphale tries to hold on to every moment.

make me into something (useful)

GUIDE DOG