Catastrophe
Causes
Child
Chrome Heart
Cultivated
Catastrophe
you played me jingle bells
said you wrote it for me
i smiled keenly and danced
you say i'm pretty
i see chaos
swirled around my frame
you looked bleakly entranced
i say catastrophe
and i breathe
and i breathe
oh these shameless movements
they echo sweetly
you scream in churchyards
and laugh when i cry
i swing on low branches
wondering when i became shy
i see turmoil
caked inside this game
you kissed deeply emerged
i say oh me oh my...
You say you have an outlook on your life;
Opinions and philosophies, like me.
You say you have been saved by Him;
Seen the light and the rest of us.
Secretly, you have hidden your true feelings;
Masked them by a smile, like me.
There's no God for you to worship in starry heavens.
Night blinds your eyes from the rest of us.
You say you have dreams when you sleep;
Visions and prophecies, like me.
You say you have beliefs important to you;
You'd die for their cause, and the rest of us.
When your soft head hits the pillow
nightmares flood your empty mind,
Tripping you from dream to dream, like me.
You live how you choose,
You'd die for anything, and the rest of us.
envelope my mature thoughts,
little heart of love,
hold on to me
flood the room when you fumble
with your own balance
clinging onto your angel,
never wanting anything but love
warm with youthful blood
streaming through your veins
imitating smiles and kisses
I hold your hand inside mine
But it's time to wave goodbye now
time to blow me kisses,
to giggle like you do
and I love you, my darling;
It's time to wave goodbye now, child
It can merely rust and bend from misuse or neglect
Like a penny in a child's pocket,
the change from yesterday's stick of candy
their point sufficiently,
why do you not look me in the eyes when I
am smiling at you so affectionately?
For this is not half the pleasure I could show
you in the secludes of some other place
it will never be broken.
It will be used and loved until it may
burst with satisfaction
of contemplated worth
dissintegrate beneathe the grass
but to dive among the debtors
intimates along the shore
amd blood on thorns of roses unpicked
killing "it" beyond the sea
the tits of breathless amateurs
illegitimate inside their minds
ships of self mutialtion and
titilate between our their needs
Child
With your innocence,
Soft pink skin and bubbled laughs
Shy and oblivious,
Little hands and feet
With that aura of purity you're
You're just a child, little one,
It's time to wave goodbye now,
They say a heart of chrome will never break
Will you not keep it shiny and new?
Only stuttering men cannot make
Blushing, good sir?
My chrome heart,
the underestimated fall and rise
refusal to fly above the sins
identification of pigs on rockets
delighted chauvenists dance along
surreal occurances boast on
