But silence entangles my heart
Yet again
I can only be half
Their mouths move
Teeth chewing at the breeze
Nothing
And words are meaningless
Yet again
I stare into the eyes of my Cerberus
Reflection of insanity glaring
Back at me
Ironic that I can't see myself
In my own image anymore
Only pictures
Dead men, laughing in their coffins
As I walk past the beast
Six, six, six
A bundle of needles built on my house of Styx
There is no one here but me
My fairy shalt keep skipping past
There is no passage
For just half a man
I take my first foot forward
And call out my name into the distance
I pray for reply
But silence entangles my heart
Yet again
I can only be half
My step finds me buried in marsh
Again
Again
Again
Again
Napoleon stares me in the eyes
" Where
Did you
Come from? "
Conquer, be conquered
Live and die.
What happened to tomorrow
My family and friends
When they betrayed with steely knives
Myself the Rouge of Dreams
Heavy head fell
From my bony shoulders
When I went to meet Claus
For the last time
Eva held my hands
Clasping for the last time
Upon my perverse memories
She took me in her breasts
And I won't forget those tears
Charon...
Please take me away
I pray for reply
But silence entangles my heart
Yet again
I can only be half
Again
Again Again
Again
Again Again
But I stare Satan in the eyes
Across the flames and rhinestones
As my foot falls in gasoline
My army in myne hand.
Please play my cruel melody
When I fall flat on my face
Blood spilled for humility's sake
When I fall in your arms
Spew my thousand lies
And walk the miles with you
For both our sakes
Charon, Charon, Charon...
Author notes
Songs I listened to while writing:
Human Waste Project -- Electra
(hed) pe -- Half the Man
Slipknot -- Do Nothing/Bitchslap
System of a Down -- Soldier Side
Styx -- Blue Collar Man (Long Nights), (AFTER FINISHING THAT LINE ABOUT STYX! I was freaked...)
Imogen Heap -- Hide and Seek
Linkin Park -- Session (mostly while writing notes)
Black Light Burns -- Cruel Melody
This poem is meaningless. No joke, anything that looks like symbolism or anything "deep and meaningful" like that is coincidental and stupid. I wrote this as an attempt to see what would happen if I tried to write a poem without any inspiration except that I wanted to write SOMETHING while listening to music.
I intend on redoing this in the morning.
Tools of the Trade:
Wikipedia
Rhythmbox
Gentoo Linux
Staying up till 2AM for inspiration's sake
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