Defiance's blog: "The Musings of a Madman"

she told him she had hope and tried to let it all out till she swore nothin' more to say, now she's cold and in the open right before the fallout and a warhead's on its way, yeah she prays it doesn't melt her seeks herself a shelter cuz she knows there's hell to pay. but soon all her burns and barbs will turn themselves to scars and it will be okay. sold her soul for a cigarette cursed cos her only match was wet drownin' in the devil's debt all for nothing, nothing but regret so she bought black magic burned the holy bible like the fires would do her will, well the rain came tragic tricked like a tribal she's soaked and sorry still.. never learned her lesson never guessed confession was the cure to all her ills all she does is wallow oblivious and hollow and the void cannot be filled Her mind's long gone but she carries on so well Hoping she never had a soul to sell That the beauty on her bones was just a shell That a spirit can't succumb to a devil's spell tip for tomorrow: never beg or borrow from the lord of flies and felled all that waits is harrowing amounts of sorrow that can never be repelled

Bleeding beneath, breathe like a victim so discretely Pour my adoring heart before your feet, lean and listen like a chasm with an emptiness to fill but know no abyss is limitless enough to hold the blood I spill [when will one more pass or be the last to fast and drink my poison when will one be unafraid to wade where all the bitter blood has run] Inside my brain into my veins there comes a pain no Novocaine could be the bane of, crimson stains would still remain and leave me drained Shed me the tears I've sought so I can shed my fears and stay, then shed me off like skin that I would rot while, terrified, you run away Try me on for size surprise I do not even fit Look right through my lies my eyes And tell me I am full of it When I tell you I am bleeding just for you. Riddle me this just to call me a "liar" Tie me up like a witch and set the ropes on fire. near my death my dying breath will tell you something true love can be a life long luster or just as simply rust and kill you [when will one more finally be last to fast and drink my poison when will one be unafraid to wade through bitter blood again]

It sounded so sugar coated the second time you said it sickening the sound. you called yourself devoted just to ruin and regret it and give someone the runaround. that manipulative monologue grasped at me but your tears, my devious dear.. blasphemy a lapse in concentration left your weak enchantment broken as if the very magic words you wrote you had misspoken. [in the face of temptation your loyalty withers.. fidelity fades, revealing the hollow in your heart.. that needy void that drained so many.. of their faith in your depth of feeling] bitter and alone you drift away. donning the mask of a victim. your lips hiding the noose that would ensnare men's throats. and such a graceful walk.

She barely knew but said I do to no one's question a see-through groom And six months later dressed in white and fair she walked to the altar to a priest who wasn't there but she took her vows in sickness and health for better or worse for want or for wealth and at a reception where no one arrived she threw her flowers for the future bride then she danced to silence as if hands were on her side she spun in circles with an invisible guide and after a dance to her favorite tune she fell asleep and dreamed of her honeymoon Love, our canvas is an empty one. Love, till the setting of the evening sun. Love, be not undone, be not undone. Love, we are as one, we are as one. And when she awoke she walked to a park, she'd been so many times, she could find in the dark and she sat and cried in front of his grave wearing the gown and the veil she saved Love, our canvas is an empty one. Love, till the setting of the evening sun. Love, be not undone, be not undone. Love, we are as one, we are as one.

Prepare yourself briefly for one moment's respite we pause giving thanks to the air of our words moments of silence postponing the violence of verbs from which others deterred the words slip away with sensitive cowardice candid, they have no place, so blatant brutally the words malign themselves, tainted a flagrant affront to the angels is painted such bitter bruising belittling baritones blaspheming, blithering, billowing; bile blowing booms from beyond blood and bones.. the burdened brood.. of beasts below bemoans as though evil was only a word never felt, thought or seen, only heard as if we did not bear witness to the vitriol like an oil that seethes through the dialectic soil as if we did not see in reality that your truth was a poisonous lie.

vain as i was i confess i am in a mess my spirits shaken restless emptied everything along the way as meaningless as the end to spend this time alone. to have such solitude, such zen in the nothingness, the iterances as endless as the bitter become bereaved the best become beloved belated we waste our time worrying which one we'll be. be free. sick and tired of trying, aren't you rather waste it wondering won't you? haven't had enough of hazy greys? so you say let alone I stand I wanting zipper down, failing, knees weak all that stands between us but a smile. i noticed, your reply was no denial.

the war machine churns my brain into mud as it hunts for the source of some spurious conflict seeking solutions to empty equations it smokes and spews slaughters all reasons waining is logic, for fear it may too become bruised or broken or buried in debris in the siege.. or worse.. siezed in the freeze-frame firefight fleeing for life from the fetid ferocity known as finite. come whatever come what will violent, merciless, the machination feeds Unrelenting avarice, the victim is all reason Hearin' the gears in my ears.. Grind in my mind so blindly It was a hunt for nothing.. No success till it stopped looking. Unless there was nothing left the machine would not rest. Must quiet this down.