Dimension Seven

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Wednesday, May 30, 2007

Rage

I just wanna stomp all over you. Break your face and break your insides. Make you wish you were never even born. You're nothing but what should have been lost. You're nothing to me. You're nothing to them. You're fucking useless.
I could strangle you limp,
and it would not phase me.
I just killed a man. But nothing can tame me.

Fucking peice of trash.
Don't question my authority.
I'll crush you in a second.
I'll mend you in a minute.
I'll destroy you anytime, anywhere.

I'll fucking tear you apart,
because nothing really matters in this world, we're all make beleive. Plastic and just mounds of artificial limbs climbing upon our own selfish, dead souls.

I swear I'll make you pay.

Monday, May 28, 2007

I need new air.

If you cut through each day and divide up my heart into several pieces, you'll find that this life was meant to be more than what you thought. More than what you seem to know, can be found beyond my front door. Behind my lungs in the centre of my inside.
So careful, so sharp.
Falls upon you like glasss. Breaks open your mind only to find,
you know nothing. Baby, you got nothing.
You're a joke
You're just an empty canvas, screaming for life.
Breathing for nothing.
Waiting for the sun to pass behind the mountains and fall into oblivion. When all along it should have been you that tumbled into the underground, never to be seen again.
Never to be heard again.

Something inside this place can tell me how to get out.
Something isn't right.
But nothing seemed wrong.
Not at the moment.

But it's all a big lie that they keep locked up.
Sealed behind her lips.
Trapped beyond her teeth.
Soft and smooth. Rough and bitter.
You can have shotgun. You can take it all.
You're bound to find me, hiding in the forest, lost and running into trees.

You feared the pain would be agonizing, but honey that's the least of your worries, I promise. It should feel like a pinch, but become a mind numbing itch. I hope the tears stream down your face, and you gasp for air like a dying fish.
He's a dying breed, as you tend to soil them.
There could be more, but you kill them off.



I beleive that it's out of line,
when you say I should apologize.

Saturday, May 26, 2007

sickness

I'm just one of a million.
Of a billion people.
So full of shit.
But hollow just the same.
A trillion diseases meeting too many people.
Reaching for life support.
Grabbing onto the horns of death.
Swinging on the rope of life.
Grasping onto my weak purple veins.
Laughing so loud you could swear,
that I was never even here. I never even existed.
Not until you came into the world.

I never want to fall in love.
It's just a cancer you hope to never have.


A burden that you know will ruin your heart.
Something that falls upon you, and crushes you,
like you've never been crushed before.
And it's like you've never been so lost before.
Up is down, and down is up.
Nothing makes sense, nothing, nothing.
I just want to breathe and to feel you.
I just want to hate you and tell you,
nothing could make me sick like you do.
Nothing could bring us down like you.

So pathetic and worn out.
Carefully handcrafted, just as we knew.
with bullets comin' out like you've never seen, and hundreds of blades whippin' your face. Trashing your ego and telling you straight up, this isn't what you were waiting for. It's what was coming all along. Crashing the tides like a party gone wrong, slaying the beast.
slaying the innocent.

Bruising the skulls of the narrow minded imbeciles.
Don't pity the fool.
Love the fool.
Then bash his fucking head in.

Tuesday, May 22, 2007

Everything is broken.

I'm trying to forget.
I'm trying to erase it all.
Forget everything you told me.
Forget everything you showed me.
But this mindset I've been given,
Always takes me to the beginning.
And this guilt trip I've been put on,
Always gives me such a feeling.

I tried to forget you.
I almost think I did.
Lies can't cover up everything.
But they can always hide.

How can you say things like that?
How can you do things like that?
So careless and free,
Suavely manipulating me.
And everything you do, everything you say.
Cannot ever hurt me.
But make me want you more.
It's the bad that makes me love you.
It's the violence that makes me care.
It's the way you yell and scream.
It's the way you tell me I'm worthless.
That's what seems to get me on.

And it's the way you push me against the wall,
with your hands around my neck.
Telling me you hate me.
Telling me you don't care.
Hurting me, and changing me,
until I'm two dimensional across the floor.

-----
you're not worth that much, you're not that great. You're just my one and only. My one and only, yep that's you. It hurts to say it and it hurts to know. You're the blood pumping through my veins, and the warmth across my cheeks.
You're the fuckin uselss thing I call my "soul one". You see inside me, you can read me. See everything on my mind. I can't think about anything. You'll pull it all away. Throw it down and call it stupid, yet proceed to tell me I'm brilliant.

I cannot tame your hunger for blood.
Your hunger for flesh.
Your hunger for needs, that I call my duty.
My chore?
Your slave.

If you listen, you'll hear.
If you look, you'll see.
If you listen to me, if you see me..
Then maybe you can help me out of what I'm desperately trying to lose.
Because I want to be with you.

And I want your rope around my hands forever

Wednesday, May 16, 2007

bleeed outtta controlll

I could tear myself apart. I could show you everything.
But I'd rather keep it to myself, where it means so much more.
Nothing needs to be said.
Nothing needs to be done.
Luckily, we can lie awake at night,
and feel this pain drain through our fingertips.
It's almost too easy to say goodbye.
And good riddance.
I thought you'd never leave..

Take me to a place where..
pain is pleasure
and pleasure is pain.

It's the simplicity of your mind that led me astray. To wake up in your arms was like every boring day. Too long of a day to say just one thing. But I can't let myself tell you more than what you paid for.
I won't pour out the contents of my heart across this cold, cement floor. I won't feel your hands slowly creep up the small of my back. I won't press myself against you and feel you breathe.

I simply just want to watch you choke.
To watch you burn.
To see you trip.
Trip all over it. All over your words,
all over your lies.
mangled and sore.
Abused and trapped.
Used and thrown away carelessly.


I was used and thrown away carelessly.

How does it feel to be the one left behind?

Monday, May 14, 2007

Just try and hold me back

broken people.
broken places.
damaged goods,
and damaged faces.

Free at last. I can see at last.
I can be at last.
Breathe at last.
It's not the pain that makes us feel.
It's just reality that makes it real.
It's real.
It's real.
I'm real.

Slow me down, pick me up.
Tell me something good.

Nothing hurts when the air can't get through.
So choke me.
Take this all away.
Come on. Gimme a chance.

I'll make it worth your while.
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Testing testing, 1 2 3
I gotta write something that means more than what you can see. It's gotta plow through the thick atmosphere that seems to cloud your mind. I gotta get through the fog to make you see, that it's me you should be thinking about. It's me you should be worrying about.
Cuz you don't know when I might dissapear.

I wish..that this could all dissolve
mean nothing, mean something.
But everything is beautiful when you..
you come into the room. You tear down my barriers.
Meant to shield me from the very thing I fear,
the only thing I want to taste on my tongue.
The curiosity only builds up in my thoughts,
and they are coming to get what they want. These men, they're dangerous.
They read your mind. They hear your soul.
They came along with nothing better to do. They just pull you away.
Come back. Come back.
I need you to think of me. So I can remember.
What it's like to be whole.
What it's like to have feelings.
And not to be hollow like I am now.
Hollow and selfish. Hollow and such a bore.
Hollow with no feelings, and no heart that you can ignore.

Sunday, May 13, 2007

what do I get?

You don't even know what you got.
It's something so right.
It's something so wrong.
But when I feel it come together, I can't help myself.
I gotta taste you.
And when I feel us come together, I can't help myself.
I'm gonna waste you.

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And when I see us drowning hopelessly, I can't help but blame myself.
Fucking judgmental pieces of trash.
Babbling on about their life tragedy.
And here's the saddest part...
--- They get anything and everything.
--Whatever the fuck they want.
-And they kill themselves with deadly habits.
But these habits, feel so good.

You're my habit.
You feel so good.

Ignorant people can do anything.
They can travel the world and not notice what they're seeing.
They can say "I love you" but have no recollection of why.
They can spend their time on power trips.
Indulging till they drop dead.

Congratulations.
You just overdosed on lies.

they fed 'em, you swallowed.
politely asking, why?
they smashed you.
you followed,
by taking another bite.

They're gonna have to shove those words down my throat to get me to listen. But I can bite back with teeth I got, yah know they haven't taken 'em yet.
Just my soul.
Just my mind.
Just my sight.
Just my heart.

Baby, you don't know what you got

Thursday, May 10, 2007

120 degree angles.

You're a fucking wreck.
When was the last time you saw the sun?
When was the last time you combed your hair?
You're a fucking waste.
A waste of skin. A waste of air. A waste of space on this planet we hate to call home. Cuz we're killing it. We're raping it. We're feeding it a slow, painful death.
When did this happen? When did this shiiiit go down?
Way to inform me, when you know I would of laughed. I would of smiled a little and said, "Ya know you aren't worth a penny in my books."

you're so empty. you're so worthless.
so empty and beautiful.
And I love it like that.
I love you like that.
Just empty and blank.
Just bottomless and beautiful.
Never ending and lovely.
But so empty---

looook at this kiiiid.
Strutting his shit. Flashing his bling.
Thinking he's ballin' er some shit yah know?

Now you're talking about getting famous, oh man you're gonna be wild. you're gonna get so big that your head might explode. But the people, they'll love every piece of you. They'll tell you that they are your biggest fan. But who are you gonna believe?

Are you gonna believe me when I tell you the truth?
Nothing but the truth.
And let me tell ya,
the truth fuckin' hurts.

Your heart's gonna pump right up with your ego.
Your soul's gonna burst into flames.
----

----
I lie to save myself.
I lie to save my friends.
I lie to keep you waiting.
I lie to keep you hanging.

I lie because you're too stupid to notice that I fucking care.

Wednesday, May 09, 2007

my bones are all ice

you kind of make me nervous.
I'm scared of what I hardly know.
You'd think I'd dive right into something. Cause most days I do.
But this day is different.
I can't jump into you.

I threw you the obvious. Just a little bit.
It's disappointing.
Completely unaware.
But who knows anything. Who knows nothing.
I know too much of what I don't need to know.
What I don't want to know.
But you never see me.
And I never see you.

I still love that look on your face...
it's like...
.

blank.
come on baby. come on. don't pull away. don't tell me to stop. I'll do anything for you.
I'll kill anything for you.

I just want it. I just want you.
I just want you with me.
I just need you with me.

Tuesday, May 08, 2007

ochenta y nueve

I haven't observed such nonsensical material in quite some time. I guess it's been months since anyone told me what goes on, in the mind of someone like you. I happened to forget what you were about. I happen to disapprove of who you are now. Although I happened to once love it.
Into the shadows we go.
Never ending dreams, and I can't quite get pulled from this nightmare. I can't quite escape what I nurture. What kills me. What feeds me. What loves me. What hurts me day by day.
Inch by inch.
minute by minute.
---

Obscured by the rain, by the fog.
By the words that fly around you.

I just want to go home, to lay down in my bedroom. To sit in the lonely dark.
To think about how I'm going to save the world.

And when these walls fall down, and I can finally see you. When I can finally feel you. That will be the day. That will be the day...

Bracket, exclamation point, question mark, parenthesis, asterisk, bracket.
uno
dos
tres

Ready, set
Go.
Dive in me.

Tuesday, May 01, 2007

tasty

eyes across the wall.
staring deep into your soul.
creeping upon the sunken smiles.
the shallow holes and electric wires.

keeping on the same old track, and then you can't look back.
since the one survivor is starving.
he'll scrape your mind, he'll eat your smack.
he'll take it in like nothing.
he'll swallow with a smile.
he'll rub it as it goes down,
he'll push it to the ground.

letting go never felt so good, don't ya think so sir?
don't ya want to hold her as the ship slowly sails away?
don't ya want to grasp this moment,
forever and a half.

Mmmm, electric kisses are the ones I crave.
Mmmm, lightning like smiles are what I save.

Comin' up up up up UP

Up through the wall, through the dirt, through the worm holes we never thought they'd find. But the earth can't hold on forever, and the hills are starting to grow. Swelling up with pride, and the ants spew over. they are taking over. OVER! It's over. And then they came, they grew giant arms and legs. They crushed us like we crushed them.

It crushed you like you crushed me.