Speak Now or Forever Hold Your Peace (In Pieces)

High On Infinity

Whats it like to hold childrens hearts on strings
and make them dance as though they were puppets
And whats it like to own their every breath
and watch them happily slave for your body
I wish i were still one of them
Young enough yo still believe our preaching
Naive enough to want you just the same
Thoough your hands are wrapped around
my lung and pressing down my heart.
How long had i wanted this for
because i had lost it all
and now it was back at my fingertips
But by now i was dying
walking my way to your forgotten grave
This was the dream so many would want
And im willing to throw away
Because it no longer means a thing to me
Your big words and recycled phrases
Stop phasing the way i live
I wish to say ive forgotten
but i havent, nor will i ever
but ill let you be happy
as i bandage my bleeding heart
Because i no longer want any of this

The beast within the burden is alright
a product of his father and a slave to his pride
-William Beckett

Selfish As Selfish

Time; Relative and beautiful
and most likely to repeat
history is only a strained
and oh so perfect memory

so deliberately and casual
are the words youve woven
so delicately and lovely
like our faltering skyline

So little left for eyes
to taint badly and for lips
to stain so carefully
and to break and tear

our lips have become cancer
pouring through our own skin
why are we killing time
and injurying eternity

Stockpiled Millions Of Memories

In the winters duskk
when the sun lies across
the bleeding colors
we call the horizon
in that perfect second
only you and I exist
nothing but an "us"
nothing but a "you"
in that perfect second
where all is nonexistent
there is where we love

Perfect Symmetry

To me you are only
a line, wlaking stanza
perfect symmetry
Your body carries
grace, beauty, so much
perfect symmetry
Your skin creeps oh so
slowly, deliberately
perfect symmetry
your smile dents hearts
becomes the cruel reminder of
perfect symmetry
You can be so rightso sane, so stable
perfect symmetry
Aesthetics pour from your skin
shallow as a pond
perfect symmetry
You and only you
can enbody so well
perfect symmetry

I Was Waiting On A Different Story

Every second seizes to your melody
one in which both words and hearts
choose to dance, choose to die
side by side, breath by breath.
Every person moves at the speed
of the parting of your lips
every sigh, and every breath taken
can almost bring them back
every word that manages to seep
past the contours of your lips
we take into our own
and wrap it around our bloodstream