Wednesday, February 27, 2008

Sleep Apnea III (Parts 7, 8, & 9)

Sanctuary
(Sleep Apnea VII)

A reality I cannot stand
This poison manifests as a healed man
I need an I.V. from your eyes
To circulate a heaven through my veins

I’ve seen all of the other paths
Now my womb will need a graft
To hide from a vermin that spins
And a needle I wish to loathe

I don’t want to see, I don’t want to breathe
I just want to live in a grave of sties

These days I pet lepers and hold up my heart on strings
I found a hook in my mouth that diminished a company of none
If you stay
Find me a way to sanctuary

These machines know no soul, they cannot hinder apples
If you wish to find paradise again
I must press these wings against your lips
And count to ten

All the casualties inside your head
Of all the pasts that time has disowned
Black water of fear he tread
All over your purest spaces

Let this caretaker cleanse your home
Of broken clans and mirrors with
The gift I give to you
I’ll destroy one million faces

Save me caretaker
Hide my lungs
Hide my face
From his judging eyes

May the feathers be my savior
As you glue them to my mouth
Tell him of foul play abroad
Tell him of nothing at all

If he finds me inside this grave
Show him elsewhere from my odyseey
The way to my soul
He doesn’t have to know

He’ll never know
He’ll never know…
…he’ll never know

House of Nine
(Sleep Apnea VIII)

Between the blackened nails
Lay the fingerprints I once held
No curse of pain or wail
A life of torture and sanity begin to weld

She laid softly upon the sheets of never
Her breath sealed within
A release from endeavor
A release from the sight of cringe

A house so very cold without her warmth
A heart without the vessels
A mind without a Warf
A soul I have to wrestle

No longer a man
No need for a soul
My saviors have ran
Caretaker’s heart turned to coal

The world will have my life ensnared
This carcass will be covered in moss
Because a woman’s heart that didn’t care
And this duplicity of a cross

Is this a test
Is this reality
When can I rest
To rescue my mortality

If never is the answer, then I acquiesce
To a demonized world molded in my face
I’ll take this body out of your stress
And give this bullet a taste

Beneath this blackened heart
Within this metal chamber
If I slumber before my skull inhales a dart
Let no one find the remainder

The Question
(Sleep Apnea IX)

Is this a place where the enigmatic are fractured
Where all my promises had escaped from your eyes
Is this where the sum of masses
Come crushing down from above

This is the place where the core of your dreams
Start coming apart at the seams
This is the hole I dug from the owl
Protected from your venomous cough

You must have known you’ve had this coming for years
From all of the fears you drowned in fire
You’ll have to gouge in a little while
Because all of your faith has already dried

And from the devils trough you use your arms as teeth
To the the neck of the halo that was once your mentor
And if you find the friends that left you in this coma
You will partake in a feast of flames induced assuaged redemption

Gun in hand, are you a man
Falling through your skin again
Your figure, a sight I’ll never see again
Burying the heart of this supposed man

Did you bring me here?
To escape the remains of my rotting tears
Why did you kill me off
Seeking the demons that make me feel
Did you bring me here?

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