gnomenator

Time crawls by and strips him bare, of life and death of sun and air, for now he sits beneath the earth, sits and rots for all he's worth.

Its strange to see inside of me where the light will never shine, strange to think beyond the brink and see the world is mine.

Empty boxes in empty rooms Empty caskets in empty tombs The world has left Gone on a soma holiday I stand alone Here but so far away Don't come find me I do not want your company.

Bugs crawl beneath my skin I cut them out but cannot win. THEY HAVE INFESTED MY BODY people crawl along the surface I stomp on them they re soon replaced THEY HAVE NFESTED MY MIND animals crawl along my tongue leaving footprints in the dung THEY HAVE INFESTED MY SOUL I AM COMPLETE I UNRAVEL I AM COMPLETE AGAIN

I sit and watch people's pasts pass by, they never stop to wonder why, or how their lives will end. the sun crashes to the pavement and melts the street, I sit still keeping my seat, as their flesh burns from their bones. I see their crys and hear their pain, as they continue to call just one name, God, oh mighty God. will he come for them in the end? his angles forth will he send? NO, I think not.

I see the colour of the air, I see it, see it everywhere. Blue dots, red dots white and clear I scream but nobody seems to hear. My ears they bleed I've burst the drums my heart has stopped but still it humms. are these the ravings of the mad? or just the disillusioned and sad.  

it is late... when I taste the nights stale breath. a mixture of the west wind... and stagnant water. I throw my body to the sea so that my soul may be free. I wash up on shore unable to think anymore. like a creature from the deep into my mind blackness does seep. tantalizingly on the edge consciousness, falling off the ledge. once again I am to the sea my bones crack as sharp rocks slice into me. blood flows and yet I do not die salt stings but I cannot cry. the birds will pick away my eyes where ever my body finally lies. washed up on some distant coast in deaths arms where I'm wanted most.

I want... but what do I want? to laugh, to cry, to scream, to love, to do all the things of which i am incapable. to remove the mask and watch people run away to show myself and see who'll stay.

I'm on my way down, but was I ever up above? my flesh is a'burnin, hell fits like a glove. yet the weight that's been pullin, away inside my skin, is lost to the fires, as they burn away my sin. is it now that I awake to find my life just the same as everyone before and past who's gone without a name? or may I stay within this welcome heat that has made me feel at last, the pain for which I did weep... in the not so distant past.

A smile on your face, the reaper in your hand, bullets in the air, where they gonna land? blood rips through the sky, and drips in the sand. your head explodes, but still you stand... with a smile on your face... and the reaper in your hand.