Id stand down but im on the edge 
And its a long way down
No time for Frowns 
Crown of the thorns 
Lead me to my grave
Save me from my fate


Where will the dawn rise when neither side said come hither with her warmth?
When the gravity of the situation escapes revelation?
Where is the apocalypse where are my daemons to show the truth?
Life like death, dead like life, come my denizens become citizens of this warp.
The darkness is our friend it covers the pain of day the dismay of light rays. 
The Black Sun. The Dead Sky. No Reason Why.

17,23

The walls call your brain to numb again
Only the deaf dumb and blind find

Time to ignore the truth
Here in the cell
Eternity in private sector hell

Lost for ever, inside
Outside they are shunned
Shot at and gunned down
The reaping, police come around

And round up em' all
No prejudice other than monetary
Demanding debt and servitude

The alternative is exile or imprisonment
Here lies their intent
Exterminate and reinvent

Down with existentialism
All hail materialism
Money over all
No exception to the infections
Everyone must obey
Destroy individuality

This all sounds very cyclical

 i could stand it on a bicycle 

but my feet are killing me 

instilling me with regret

 filling me with doubt 

about what life's really about. 

the vultures are circling the culture

and its giving in 

living in sin and drowning in gin

 with the outsiders frowning looking in...

Theresa time to grow old and a time to grow cold.

This time fits neither mold

This couldnt have been bought

Despite you fascination with currency 

The trite dedication to tyranny 

Fall in line in time to get your dime

Fine by me

My time is here 

My Time is NOW

Fear for me dear 

Tear for me dear

To late to hear from me 

To late to be near to me 

But what is time to be so late.

What is love without some hate?

Where is eden when the seventh trumpet is rung?

Where will we be 

When the Patron saint of the LOST and the DAMNED

has sung her song to every last man? 

Will this span of time prove lucrative 

or is it the incentive to lie down 

without a sound

calm before the storm

worn and torn 

dying 

Week Absents

Ive been in Jail,
 like harvard or yale its a confining institution
defining it takes alot of whit but, i cannot quit
the thirst is great, makes me hate the world,
even the power is sour, bittersweet, smells of rot

Quote from a friend

"talking to Americans about government is like talking to a child about Santa clause" - Colin

Heros always fall

Her curse unwinds, and i find time to be free, time to rhyme rhythms with the trees where the schism of the wind winds unconfined contemplations at natural orchestration defined dimension experience exorcism of materialism.
Creates the fated fall of imperialism. educate us but tell us not to use it, keep us dumbdown a sound plan for controlling souls of the weak. advocate for us and abuse it, confuse us infuse us with corporate thoughts, bought and sold like pounds of gold, the sounds buying I'm lying i meant dying, as the new idolization is the nation, the new religion is economy, this de-rationalization, tranquilization, stagnation, this destination is oblivion a wave dark like obsidian of infinite absolute tyranny it puts the fear in me to see this villainy.

The Game

The Game

Hey, lets play a game
take the walk of shame
and you're the one to blame

You complied

but still you'll say this death sentence lied

or tried

Better hide

your face

'cause you've fallen from grace

Narrow your life

down to this one strife

Isn't it what you wanted

To be disdained and taunted?

Or were you just looking to try?

you saw into the devil's eye

you got what you were looking for 

so where's the sigh?

are you still keeping score?

or did that become a bore?

Has this become too much?

Has it lost its lust?

Are you still having fun?

Then drop the gun

But this game is harder than what you sought 

and for it to be done

you must lose before it can be won

so stop letting yourself rot

before you get yourself shot

-Molly May

A Sinner's Aside

A Sinner's Aside

She's scared to 

DEATH

This thing got

A hold on her

But

She won't let on

That something's

Gone wrong

In the system

Fuse blown

Or circuit shorted

'Cause things are looking

A bit contorted

As if her mind's been

Extorted

But she'll continue the show

Anyway

And when she's asked

To do it again

She'll act like she's

BETTER

Than the stuff

Nose upturned

and chin held high

But she doesn't realize 

I can see the glint in her

Eyes

A smile and a nod

Can't mask the

Desire

That burns beneath

Those thick green eyes

She was born with eyes

The color of

ENVY

The Lord Almighty's

Damnation

To a life of lust

She'll manage to let

The reason she's had

Enough

Slip

Because she doesn't

Want you to find

OUT

What she does

Behind your 

Back

When she sent you out

To conceal her next 

ACT

An aside 

To you

My friend

My dearest conscience

-Molly May