neonethos

The fount, it spills deep needs from me so long ago buried. It rises from my throat words I cannot seem to say, bubbling from my lips these promises I cannot hope to keep. Where is the one with the answers? Now all I have are the remnants of my sanity sliding around like some all pervasive poison that I cannot rid myself of. I claw for air and reach only still more water. Thick with irony and freezing with thoughts that are not my own.

kill a bird to satisfy a hunger deep wthin yourself -- lost without eyes and without dreams, breathing the fetid air underground. can you kiss the sister of fate on the cheek in welcome or do you cower alone in the dark? -- where are you? I search in the night for someone who exists only as a shadow. hunting and seeking this soul that I cannot see, I long for home and to rest my head upon a hearth that will not shun me.

Deep down there I tried to breathe and only in faith I found the keys. Where is it all beginning? Into the earth he crawled He found the bones of creation He held them in his hands and one by one they crumbled. A kiss and a caress. A single sigh and there it ends Suspicion, not truth, and the earth was one and he was one. His hands were wet with the waters of the river and once upon a time he was whole.

We lie in the bed of his truck The sounds of the desert echoed off the red mountains as we stared at the stars. "Try Me." he said, in this voice that cut through every defense so carefully built. Can I? Dare I? I took his hand in my own and brushed his knuckles across my lips and tried. Naked in the bed we shared he said the words that unraveled me. I lost myself in bottles and in pipes and in the company of men whose hot breath sank into my skin like perfume. In that desert I lost myself and drowned in his rain.

I feel the pull on my skin and the light in my eyes goes out Cold in my chest and a mournful note escapes my lips and I wonder when I can leave you behind I want to dig into the ground unti my fingers grind to bone and maybe I can dig myself a new home A kiss and a caress and this wound is open all over again and this air I need to breathe scoures my lungs and stings my heart I try so hard to let the normal motions take over again but they're like a coat that's too small and all I can think about is him

..Tired, so tired I cannot sleep, The clouds are gathering and all I can smell is you wrapped in envy Tears, these tears they cannot fall, and yet the sky opens and gives it's tears, to wash away you and every promise whispered against my skin Words, your words they hurt so bad, but with every hurt I want so much more, with all you give me I beg for just a taste more Watch, I watch the time go by, and still this wound still bleeds, and I smile that smile you loved and wonder how much further down I have to go Dropped, you dropped me from so high, to be shining with you I would give my faith, but I have my feet on the ground and am

I needed to get home real fast The clouds were covering the mountaintop but the boys were still shining Home now but only just The sun was still shining and the birds were chirping and all I could think about was singing Deep down I know it's not my time but that doesn't stop me from trying to break free Once upon a time I knew a boy who could do you one and keep on standing If I could just change direction my mind will quit racing and the world will be still Home now but only just. Where do I come from? Where do I go? I sink down and cover my mind with warmth and try to wash away all the things that were said. Inside my head i'm sin

Windows rolled down, I flash by the scenery and part of me is washed away As the wind whips all around me, I feel as if it takes a part of me with it Leaving behind a wisp of who I am, filling me with nothing and everything I watch the white dashes go by and I wonder how I came to be where I am Where I’m going, the destination never seems to be the same with the pass of each dash Sometimes I have to remember to breathe in and out As I drive past suburbia I feel no connection to the world Surrounded by thousands of people but still alone No, not alone, but not really connected I’m just here. A facsimile, a ghost, barely here

In the quiet there was a storm Magnetude of the sum of all his hurts He would sit at the window and pray for the sky to fall How now, can he hope to heal the wounds from before his time? For once in a lifetime there is a chance for happiness And i'm a day late and an hour short, and if you try to kiss me the sky will fall like I wished for on that warm December day.