Asking Alexandria

You say you are the devil
Is she in your eyes?
Cold like black ice
Starless skies.

why did you wound yourself with all those scars?
Did you make a third of the stars fall from the sky?
I want to help you but they take you away
this is a prison not a hospital so you say
you said you possess people, anyone you want
I am stuck with a voice inside my head
is it yours?

I once wanted to escape to heaven
through a back door
if Love is key why can’t I free you from the curse
Love is chains which bind me, grind me down
I want to ask you if I could be your friend but I am a clown

I am the hound which guards your gates
I am Cerberus one head in the past
One in the present who waits
One in who looks to the future and doesn’t hesitate
devil or woman I want you to free
but Love is only real love if we both can free?

Smobie smart phone zombie

Smobie smart phone zombie

the microchips are in your head
Capacitors and now your dead
you grasp a screen
Keep it clean
a terrible truth is it was born from your conscious thought
a terrible butterfly caught from a brain stain retaught
you think in video Facebook spies
the bots in your eyes lie
selfies, selfies, psychosis for wealthy
It’s unhealthy
your addiction became your affliction
and now your dead
save for the Facebook thread
life is your profile lives on
On the internet
where brains always find regret
the path is easily met
fuck is decay
Fuck and mind rape is here to stay
have I said enough
it’s tough
Smart phone zombie you are me I am it
sucking in technologies tits
Thumb wank your way into oblivion
you are thumb without a brain
a technological cum stain…

Possessed by her voice

The aching of a voice

a hollowed out choice

to listen

the harrowing of what it says

how it plays out in my head

the reaction makes me hear it more

an un deliberate underscore

the four ways to walk

North south east and west

Even my actions and foot prints talk with her voice

and its tone I hear through the static of like sounding voices

her moan sends shivers down my spine

I hear a different version in the movement of the trees branches

Life dances, and the leaves of the trees say in a Kinetic way I love you

but her voice inside my head says I hate you so much

we hardly ever touched when I knew her

but love is the spur

to touch and talk to her

my Queen, my life,my dream.