To Walk a Middle Course

To live asleep in memory I have forgotten the reason why Mold of hands begins to dissolve Tell me who is to blame To live asleep in memory I have forgotten the reason why The air rolls through me Only to cultivate fog We're smothered with blackened lungs An internal smog Have you ever know fear? Have you ever felt fault? Have you ever felt something? Did you ever seem lost? There is no one here and I am hidden There is someone here and I am not We still wait for someone and the mold is cracked It's a long line to ponder and there's no turning back Have you ever known fear? Have you ever felt fault? Have you ever felt something? Did you ever seem lost?

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025

Two faces appear before my eyes One I don’t know but I should Looking past all the obvious Just to see lines that can’t be crossed Dictate a presence Lines carved with dirt and oil Will lines be remembered when old eyes decay? Will I ever be permitted back to a time when I knew who I was? Will I ever see past all the things I wish I could forget? Shards of glass inflictions jab into muscle and skin No tone like the present, the flow of nothing begins Today we’ll start with a shortened breath Until we breach the end of it A child yawns, an adult cries There’s laughter in ignorance We wonder why Tired times, exhausted wishes Bones crack and we are weak Fractured images, decaying lines Cannot cross, fading signs Dictate a presence Lines carved with dirt and oil Will lines be remembered when old eyes decay?

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025

Blank eyes - no emotion Glassy stare - loathing mind Apathetic attitude Pills fall from the sky We have our mouths open Can't think unclouded Too late to go back All thoughts are controlled Every word scrawled makes sense right now Even though I'm too tired to read Every sound scrambled is in tune right now Even though I'm too tired to listen The more I see, the more I believe that this is shit I ascribe to nothing Back roads lead to the same place as roads more traveled It's just a different view I never thought that I could get lost Train of thought is derailed, tracks no longer exist Stop signs sway, views are blurred Standing up feels like sitting down It no longer matters who you are or what you are doing It no longer matters Reality goes right up and crashes right down Crashing down

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025

Darting eyes and whispers revolve around me Arms painted yellow and black Tied them down, held me back Question eternal silence when there's a knock on the door You say my time is now, I say no - the time now is mine Hear the cold air frozen, see the tainted sound Corners round out numbers There is no reason found, it'll take everything I have left to see you clearly without any doubt It'll take everything I have left The stabbing of this breath won't be the last Motion and presence, darting eyes Whispers stabbing this breath No time, lost time, my time, this time There's no recognition Locked doors are now open, and I can see inside But I shouldn't have turned the key There's no definition For what was once unknown will be forever etched Corners rounding out numbers There's no recognition

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025

Welcome mat to an abandoned life A mailbox with too many numbers A package sent and returned A message without meaning Try to turn it off Too few words to express Lonely even with company Circumstance of knowing nothing else Looking for deception where it doesn't exist Exposing myths at every chance Disqualify what should matter Try to turn it off Too few few words to express Lonely even with company Circumstance of knowing nothing else

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025

Lost for words of any respect Can forgive but won't forget Beat down, but my head is still up high Pride intact but sore inside Don't recognize my own reflection Not open to any suggestions I'm content with what I have Look back and try to laugh I owe you nothing I take very little I would love nothing more than to swallow the fists of your fortune I won't be dragged kicking or screaming, I owe you nothing, I take very little Throat is raw - blank recollection, many miles of separation Same night as the one before Won't complain - it's my own choice I'm content with what I have Look back and try to laugh Shake your head on the way down We're all stuck at the bottom line

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025

Fogged windows Tattered panes Beneath the surface Hear the rain Forget what's gone It's in the past You're future notice: Make it last Dragged through sunken earth Eyes closed from birth Tightened grip Hold the strain Tightened grip Drowned in vain Too late to assume Dragged through Too late to assume Friend or foe - some days are both Eyes closed from birth Lie and truth - some are never told Eyes closed from birth Right or wrong - I choose the latter Eyes closed from birth Kneel down and listen to the ground Eyes closed from birth Fogged windows Shattered panes Beneath the surface Hear the rain To be broken To be in doubt To be withdrawn To be without Cave in to atrophy Air is tight and gray Rust is apparent Spectacles of wear Acid in the air

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025

Every minute gets shorter Everyday goes by faster Shatter the clock Time still moves The mirror tells no lies Anyway, it's everywhere What goes up this time stays Rolling eyes in the back of my head See something paranoia gives The hourglass will not be turned It's not enough but too much Time may heal, but it also takes molds Fresh might as well be stale These are no longer childish promises Nor the hope of escaping old age or death I am not a prisoner of my own reason

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025

Oak trees at night are hiding places for those who can't sleep Writing in parking lots with nothing to buy Empty stores and overgrown grass Picture postcard of America Raindrops look like spider webs by the street lamp tonight I can remember no farther back than this I contrived to purge my mind No farther back than this I thought of looking for the key No farther back than this - For a door with no lock No farther back than this In this sunlight, night rolls through my eyes I saw a sea of flames and smoke in the sky They don't hear me; they are phantoms Hallucinations without number They don't hear me; they are phantoms Nightmare and sleep in a nest of flames Night becomes invisible - invisibly clear Running in circles over and over again Inspiration is is hard to find when everything feels wrong Countless hours speed by - mostly wasted and few remembered Every action is a consequence Drop out and believe Constant puzzles to fill the void There really aren't any answers Just endless riddles Dreams and sub conscience haunt Knowing something you can't awake Same old shit another day

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025

This track is instrumental.

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