End of Days

Empty places full of empty people
bowing down in praise.
Mechanic god, plastic steeple;
just the latest craze.

IV solution for your internal pollution:
Jesus in your veins.
Try to strengthen your constitution
by causing yourself pain.

I can hear them in the darkness
trying so hard to find their way.
I'm not sure just how to spark this,
but when I do, when I figure this out,
the world will explode that day.


~J.A.D

Blood Loss

You have nothing left to lose
but that which I have given.
There is nothing but to choose
just which life you want to live in.

Feel it draining out of you,
like blood from an open wound.
Crying crimson you come unglued.

Polar

I fond myself in the same old place,
wondering where i'm going wrong.
You're finding answers in a world I fear,
while i'm finding out i'm not that strong.

You come back in like a hot wind,
burning but it feels so goddamn good.
And then the ice starts creeping out from inside,
just like I always knew it would.

You break apart my disposition,
chipping away at all i've built.
I put myself in this position...
So how do I not feel this guilt?


~J.A.D

It's been a while...

I've been going through some shit.. so i've been gone. I lost my voice for a while here, but someone special brought me back.

These next posts are dedicated to you, and you know who you are.

For M.

Colorless

Walking asleep, everything grey to my eyes.
There is no color here, not even in the skies.
We are trapped here in this distortion,
I wish I could be free of this.

Tear me open and see what's inside.
Let it sink in that you have been deprived.
That golden moment of triumph over me
was lost to you the moment you gave in.

You've made me holy with your obsession,
pulled me into your darkened dreams.
Sanctify this proof of my recession,
bleed your apology into my screams.

~J.A.D

Daily Double

So i've spent all day playing around with some new software, arranging some pieces that I like my prose set to... Just having a little fun for once. Thank god. But as you know, there will always come another reason to fill this page with soil and dust and ash, so have no fear. I'll have at least one more for you by the end of the night.

Circle

I am friends with the broken bottles,
the plastic bag in the tree.
If this dust does ever settle,
it'll be just them and me.

Forgotten by all you people,
because you didn't have the time.
Let slip from your mind like a passing thought,
now I'm left here for you to find.

How do you always take it away?
It feels so good until I hear you say
that things can't really be this way.
Not tomorrow, not today.

Every time is never all over again.


~J.A.D