Obsessive Craving
I know it’s in there
I know it… where
somewhere deep down
beneath the sights and sounds
inside of me
in spite of me…
chorus
It wants to breathe the air
to see the blood… DARE!
inside of me
in spite of me…
Launched amongst some darkened sky
the soul pitch blackness of my eye
can’t you see it deep within
wanting to be empty
simply taking out what was left
that beating heart in rotten skin
chorus
… To bring it on
bring it to a boil…
to toil away, the days, the hours
working hard to fall apart
wipes away all forbidden skills, dark memory
cannot feel the thrill…
is it still a dream, more than what it seems
it’s there staring back into the face again
chorus
In spite of me, the killer lurks inside of me
mirrored back beside the ‘me’ as defiantly
as when the first move was what it took
to read the quotations from that fat book
to look and see what had failed to be
what I saw was a facsimile of what high-
quality mythology appeared proportionately
to be empty mythologizing describing
high tension propagandized establishment
Digress to notice success progress, scaling walls
overlooked in dormant genes, past lives
failed to get past where I succeed
tearing the hole out through the flesh in dreams
what is suspect, some things suppressed…
chorus
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