original songcraft by C.Michael Keaton
excerpt; “With a cleaver in one hand and a fork in the other
“He eats out his prey like he did his own mother
“You’ll never take him down
“No, you never will
as he rolls to your townâ€
original songcraft by C.Michael Keaton
excerpt; “Here I stand, alone in the dark;
In the presence of fear, with the casket so near
Come to me, I’m calling to you;
Rise from your tomb, my dead dear
Please…(hear me…)
Please…(touch me…)
Please…(feel me…)
Please…(fuck me…)”
original songcraft by C.Michael Keaton
excerpt; ‘…Internalize the hatred that I feel…internalize the pain that tries to peel…away the veneer that I’ve tried to make…love and hate for all the dues I’ve paid…internalize the pain, internalize the shame…externalize your name…a slow death process on glimmering wings…’
There is a way to make the will manifest as music to stir the soul, and my quest is merely in making such possibilities so, though it feels that I am pressed to make this a reality myself…
original songcraft by C.Michael Keaton
excerpt; ‘protesting
apocalyptic profanity
hyping on about misanthropy
infecting the mass disease
on a wasted biology
your god, a hateful entity
my god, something I will to be…’
It is while in this state of decay, that I find an effervescence in a morbid fascination to stare down at that reflection that lies just on the other side, but that lives to reflect at us from the people that we know and love…