Hollow-Sun Reflections

follow me into a forest of deception to escape direction
and we can make tears for eternity that descend to muddle reflections
nothing is near except the swaying trees stretching the truth
inside we foster a cavern of lies in absence of proof
bloodshot and weather beaten we return
in effigy we burn
simmering beneath our great god of fire
throwing ourselves onto a funeral pyre
souls hurled like rice
the brainwashed line the horizon to be sacrificed
a decapitated head for each steeple
the cloth is doubly divine
but still human
and no less evil
open doors to confront faceless people
such meagre creatures
so tired and feeble
If it's nothing more than a promise of bliss
we could do better to slash our wrists
violent echoes of scream
we linger inside our fiery-electric dreams
embracing shrunken morrow faces
unlocked doors
and dark places
we desire
and need
happy hearts flutter as insanity feeds

Blue-Eyed Jesus

recreating ourselves along the way
discarding recollections
souls strewed in disarray
any reason not to cast this life away
what's more trivial than today
only tomorrow
or maybe a realm in absence of sorrow
minds bedazzled
ideas swirl crimson-hued
another blue-eyed Jesus to the rescue
the products of our own buffoonery
we've got no clue
in the lean hour
shadows recede as skies darken
memories empty into scatter gardens
unable to feel of flesh
unable to come
to exist forevermore in absence of the sun
a mansion in the sky
no reason to unravel
no more wondering why
no more drugs to keep me high
I'd probably just sit around and sigh
when you contemplate the ideal
this life's not so bad
and much more real
it's okay to be a little mad
encompassed in brains
we're electric energy surging insane
walking a tightrope between pleasure and pain
the ordinary and deranged
one in the same