Untitled Subtle unknown fixations,
Forced onward by this searing damnation,
My mind sewn shut with one life-altering stitch,
From your rhapsody tune played in this demonic pitch,
You’re so narcissistic,
That I’m becoming pessimistic,
Was this your goal?
With your heart black as coal,
Chronically this goes on and I’m starting to forget that superlative feeling,
These lacerations seem more like gashes that are not healing,
But, yet I drudge on through this abomination,
It’s getting superfluous because of this hallucination,
This is feeling like a bad trip,
I’m sorry that I just let it all slip.
Nothing More Then a Slut It kills me to know that you’re nothing more then just a slut,
But, this superlative feeling that I get every time I cut,
More then makes up for it,
All this disappointment from every time you lied,
How many nights do you think I sat here and cried?
But, yet, this systematic feeling of relief,
That I get from every time I crush your belief,
Helps me through this,
Still, all this meticulous planning is for naught,
Because, this bravura feeling always gets me caught,
They tried to medicate me for being maniacal,
And they call me a sadist with no soul,
This medication they’ve given me has contorted my thoughts,
And turned this world into a grotesque abomination,
Every minute I spend in this hallucination,
Fells like eternal damnation,
This is what you have done to me,
I’m just a shadow of the man I used to be.
Untitled I’m spiraling downward in a dream-like trance,
Falling faster and further still,
How far do I have to fall to die with a little grace?
Do you think you can keep up the pace?
Please, can you help me shake this strife?
From this grotesque abomination that is my life,
From this transparent facade that you are placing,
It is what has my heart racing,
Because I don’t know long it will take for you to get me under the knife,
Let alone know how long it will be until you to take my life,
Yet, again we have these silent screams held on by never-caring breezes,
No wonder your heart freezes,
Every time they show compassion.
Scream and Shout Scream and shout,
Until your lungs give out,
We’re going to party ‘till we can’t move,
Rock out ‘till there’s nothing left to prove,
Doing drugs and dying fast is the new thing,
We have nothing left to bring,
To the dance floor,
Cause we’re just that hardcore,
Who could ask for more?
We’re gonna go far,
We’re gonna set the bar,
No more half-ass rhymes,
We’re in our prime,
Doing drugs and dying fast is coming into style,
So why don’t you stay a while,
And drop another pill,
It’ll give you such a thrill,
Who could ask for more?
All these punk haters I see,
Not one of them free,
Prancing around calling us faggots; what a bunch of bitches,
Don’t you remember snitches get stitches,
Stealing and cheating is the other way to go,
I’m becoming such a pro,
That you can’t keep up with this game,
This is my fifteen minutes of fame,
Who could ask for more?
Three muffled words held under her breath,
“I hate love”; this may be my death,
So scream and shout,
Until you’re lungs give out,
We’re going to party ‘till we can’t move,
Rock out ‘till there’s nothing left to prove,
Who could ask for more?
Unfair Chronic Suicides,
Induced by pesticides,
Controlled by this abnormal fixation,
I sometimes wonder can we still weather this situation,
Or is it all going downhill from here,
Is it really that demeaning to be so near,
But yet so far?
It seems that we are still not up to par,
This life we want is still out of reach somewhere,
This is really quiet unfair.
Untitled Tonight we shall all fall for this demonic masquerade,
The sky is turning scarlet as this perpetual dusk falls upon us,
Innocent people are dissipating all around me,
Am I really the catalyst for this contorted existence?
Do I really amount to so little?
That I’m so easily cast aside and shunned.
Am I really so distraught that alienation me is the only way to cope,
Eternity is in out midst all we need to do is embrace its divinity,
This world is seeming more and more like an abstract thought,
I can no longer take this grotesque abomination that is my existence,
Every minute I spend in this hallucination,
Feels like and eternal damnation,
I have to keep a sound mind through this,
But I know one swift move of this blade to part my throat,
Could end this meaningless feud,
Alas, I cant think of ending my life when the fate of my race is resting upon my shoulders,
I need to keep my will iron,
My resolve pure,
Because if I let my mind be diluted by this trickery,
All this would be for naught,
And all that could be would never be,
What could have been what should have been,
Would just be an unseen fragment in this ever growing pool of knowledge,
My chest is weighed down by amassing sorrow,
From every indignity ever conceived,
Our judgment day is nearing us,
But, I ask myself does the end really justify the means?
Slut I’m sorry for ripping you’re heart out,
And throwing it back at you,
But what did you expect when you’re such a whore,
You’re the slut of the city, the tramp of town,
I’ll lock you in my basement, keeping your hands bound,
I may be laughing, but, Honey, It’s no joke,
For all these lies you’ve told, I’m surprised you’ve never choked,
You know you deserve, this, you should’ve seen this coming,
Tonight there’s only one tune I’ll be humming,
The rhapsody of your death, It’s such a pretty tune,
If you just wait a second, this will all be over soon,
But, yet, what a waste,
Of such a pretty little face,
This would be harder, if you weren’t such a slut,
But, my dear, you just didn’t make the cut,
So why don’t you take all your stupid little notes,
And shove them down your pretty little throat,
Now your eyes are turning scarlet, your face is turning pale,
The color drains from your face as your gasping for air,
Your eyes start to roll back into your head, do I look like I really care,
You know you deserve, this, you should’ve seen this coming,
Tonight there’s only one tune I’ll be humming,
The rhapsody of your death, It’s such a pretty tune,
If you just wait a second, this will all be over soon,
I sit here and watch you choke on your words before they come out,
Seriously, there’s no need to pout,
But, still, I don’t think I trust a thing you say,
Because, you’ve been lying to me since the very first day,
You know you deserve, this, you should’ve seen this coming,
Tonight there’s only one tune I’ll be humming,
The rhapsody of your death, It’s such a pretty tune,
If you just wait a second, this will all be over soon,
I’m sorry for ripping you’re heart out,
And throwing it back at you,
But what did you expect when you’re such a whore,
You’re the slut of the city, the tramp of town.
Roses and Violets Roses are the warm red blood trickling down my arm,
Violet are the friendly blue veins that never do me harm,
My mind fades out, the walls cave in, and I can’t breathe again,
I can’t see myself in the mirror; I’m shrouded by my tears,
I’ll be fine in a minute, once I’ve bled out all my fears,
These red sleeves I’m wearing don’t match my shirt,
And this bravura feeling of relief can be so curt,
Hopefully, this blade can relieve this ache,
From every time you make my heart break,
But still every time I see you I want to die,
I wonder if we could give this one last try,
If I gave myself to you would you always be mine,
Seriously, do you really think I’ll be fine?
Don’t you see these blood-shot eyes?
Held on by all these defective cries,
All this cutting and crying,
Seems to be for naught,
Because I’m still just slowly dying,
When I should end this with one quick shot,
Instead I could just smoke some more pot,
To alienate my self from your painful stranglehold,
I’m really so tired of this, that I’m about to fold,
Your touch was just to cold,
I know you should’ve been told,
But, it’s to late now,
It’s kind of disappointing that this is how,
It was supposed to end,
Or are you still going to pretend,
That you and your deadly kiss,
Are not the cause of this?
You might as well of slide the blade across my wrists,
You are now the reason that my fist,
Is always clenched,
But, now this blood I’m bleeding out has my shirt drenched,
And this façade that you’re placing,
Is what has my mind racing,
I need to get out of this downhill struggle,
Because, between you and me it’s kind of a lot to juggle,
When your words are a lot like knives,
And I don’t have three lives,
This isn’t a game, this is life,
And there is always a bit of strife,
That’s always been the fact,
I’m sorry if you don’t know how to react,
To me throwing this all out,
I really don’t want to see you pout,
It will just make me die a little more inside,
In all seriousness it’s up to you to decide,
Whether I live or die,
So please don’t act so shy,
Why won’t you take the credit for what you have done?
You know you had fun,
Destroying what was left of me,
You did it with such glee,
And it’s so tragic to see,
When in the end it was meant to be,
And I don’t have it in me to deny you that simple satisfaction,
That you are my one and only attraction,
But, you’re still my greatest distraction,
From this unsettling breeze,
That causes me to slowly freeze,
You can no longer come and go as you please,
You’re a lot like a disease,
Kind of like the plague,
But, it’s so hard to gauge,
Whether you’re in first or second place,
But, I guess this just isn’t the case,
This is just an elongated way of telling you were through,
But, please don’t think this story,
Is coming to an end, I’m in no hurry,
To end this truth,
It burns like a hearth,
Doesn’t it,
Just like a slit,
Soaked in lemon juice,
It’s no use,
To scream and shout,
There’s no one left to help you out,
Seems like you ran out of luck,
Well doesn’t that suck?
But, I really don’t give a fuck,
About how you feel,
I just can’t tell if you’re being real,
Or still just being a fake,
This about as much as I can take,
So it’s safe to say that we are through,
When everything just seems so askew,
Now everyone is leaning towards your side,
I keep running and running but, I can’t find a place to hide,
Do you really think that is right?
Or are you just doing this out of spite,
Well whatever your reason,
It never comes in good season,
With this abomination,
What salvation,
Is left for us to partake,
When everyone is only half awake,
Figuratively speaking,
Please let there be no peeking,
It will ruin the surprise,
Disrupt the grand finale,
Why would I lie when you’re the one seeking my demise?
There’s no need to rally,
I’m the only one you despise,
You are the one who needed to devise,
A plan to remove me,
You wanted me to flee,
Why couldn’t you just let me be?
I should’ve died like all the rest,
But, I guess I just wasn’t that blessed,
So, this about as much as I will write,
Please don’t fight,
There should be no fright,
We will talk again,
I just need to abstain,
It’s just this writing is getting oh so dreary,
And it’s making me rather weary,
So I will just sleep for now until,
We can finally fulfill,
The promises that we made,
My heart is not some instrument that can be played,
I'm not some helpless puppet being pulled around by the strings,
Hopefully someday I can let loose these wings,
But, I may never know.
Russian Roulette Playing Russian roulette with nothing in the chamber,
Who could blame her?
For freaking out,
She was devout,
As a catholic nun,
And she wasn’t about to be outdone,
She took the gun,
And slid a bullet into the chamber,
Who could blame her?
For freaking out,
She was devout,
As a catholic nun,
And she wasn’t about to be outdone,
She loaded the gun,
And whispered under her breath,
“I love you”
This is what caused her death.
Rape Unwavering attention,
With little misapprehension,
There was no doubt,
Of what he did; he couldn’t live without,
The feel of another person,
Against his body; and it just worsened,
As things progressed,
And his wife just protested,
Against being with him in that way,
So he figured he only had one choice,
And his daughter couldn’t voice,
The tragedies of that day, So all we can do is pray.
Untitled Contorted and distorted,
Like something aborted,
This life feels no dread,
No not even a shred,
Of despair is left to be bled,
My mind is in a fog,
Like a clock without its cog.
Because of you One last night,
To get it right,
Before I'm too high,
I let a sigh,
Is it wrong that I want to see you bleed,
I'm now your evil seed,
I'm not trying to decieve,
This is what I believe,
All those moans,
Were a lie,
Everything is broken except these bones,
I don't even know why I try,
Is it wrong that I want to see you bleed,
I don't want to do this sinister deed,
This is my one last reprieve,
No longer I wear my heart on my sleeve,
All that motion,
Such devotion,
It could've been a play.
Falling to Pieces When everything is falling apart,
Where are you to catch my tattered heart,
When the citys crumble around,
Where will we find solid ground?
A Midnight Rendition At night I lay and dream,
Just to be tore apart at the seam,
Because I know that when I wake,
My soul it will surely break,
This is what comes to me as I sleep,
Please, don't let a peep,
You're an ancient queen still not awake,
How I long to touch and taste,
This is about as much as I can take,
But, things shouldn't be done in haste,
You're a chrysalis not yet formed,
A masterpierce yet to be complete.
Miserable Temptation You're a beautiful tyrant,
A fiend angelic,
A damned saint,
A gorgeous tragedy,
You're an idyllic disappointment,
A bright darkness,
A shadowing light,
A faultless disaster,
A perfect imperfection,
You're everything that isn't,
And nothing that is.
By Night The Vail Falls You're a glorious angel,
Beautiful from the start,
Who descend from my dreams,
To win my heart,
And then tear me at the seams,
This happens when fools run,
Where angels fear to tread,
A place with no sun,
Is what is up ahead,
But, I don't care,
I want you.
Eternity is What I Want To touch you,
To hold on tight,
Oh, what a slight,
Against God,
This is,
Isn't it odd,
How things have come to this,
I want you for myself,
I know this is selfish,
But, I'm still just up on the shelf.
Release is All I Have Left A scarlet blade is what you shall partake,
If things continue as they go,
On the back burner; do you know what is at stake,
Yet, I still go on with the show,
To see if you will take the hint,
If you don't I'll understand,
This is all that is left to be sent,
Before this is over please hold my hand,
As I drift into this dismal abyss,
I hope you handle this.
Tragedy of Your Life Bearing the burden of a secret storm,
She wishes she had never been born,
A fragile soul caught in the hands of fate,
When morning comes it'll be to late,
God’s faithful eye will stray away all to soon,
The reins have snapped let loose havoc this hellish monsoon.
Tomorrow In your eyes I thought I saw tomorrow,
You've stolen my heart without consent maybe its just to borrow,
You sit alone,
With a face of stone,
Holding your knife,
Like its your life,
I want you to be mine,
I can not I will not resign.
Over and over Another night without you by my side,
Another night without any sleep,
I know your alway along for the ride,
You know my heart is yours to keep,
I hope you have nothing to hide,
Because this road we travel is getting steep,
I love you thats as true as I can be,
But, if you leave again I may not just weep,
I hope its plain to see.
-Nathan Nostalgic
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