DayWalker

Save Me

koolbuddies — Thu, 04 Jan 2007 08:53:47 +0000

When buzzing silence is the only sort
of music my care-weary ear can stand,
and I become a hairy, pus-filled wart
that shames the muse’s lovely powdered hand-
When walls remove me from the pressing crowd,
suppress me with their invisible load,
my hands become too big, my voice too loud,
I sit lost on dusty foreign roads
friendless, devoid of meaning, all drawn in
from contact needed from those I repell
because I feel boorish, painfully thin,
and on my magnified faults I must dwell-
These times I yearn for you to save me, you
can soothe this pain, and help me make it through

Life Without Her

koolbuddies — Thu, 04 Jan 2007 08:50:44 +0000

I cringe to think of it;
laughable imperfections
surging into seas
of hypocrises, of
thing to do to reason,
the reason to do things
to show for show
gone-

and the long longing
for the convoluted volition of love
for she that drinks the seas
sees, drinks, or seasons the surging show,
and perfectly laughs.

Epitaph

koolbuddies — Thu, 04 Jan 2007 08:48:40 +0000

Under the sweetest flower,
in the garden of bones,
in deep, here I sleep.

On my ground, tears shower,
sorrow, bathing my tombstones,
for me, do not weep.

LoVe Me

koolbuddies — Thu, 04 Jan 2007 08:46:17 +0000

Love me,
my razor blade.

Peel my skin,
make me scream.

Sink so deep,
make me weep.

Cut my flesh,
make me bleed.

Take my life,
set me free.

Isolation Thirst

koolbuddies — Wed, 20 Dec 2006 08:22:30 +0000

Alone in the far corner
of a world of dreams
I listen to the plaintive whisper
of sweet memories with wings
clipped with time fluttering
a sedate, soothing rythm
through this cool flesh sliding
so namelessly familiar
over this landscape of loose
translation. She kisses me,
slowly forces herself through me;
my trembling assembles a tacit myth:
this is of significance.
We move in lasting time,
resisting a sense of desperate secrecy.
Then, somewhere far below us,
the strangers, the rest of them,
begin to stir. I need not ask
she stay until I forget.
And we are laughing–
the day has come too soon
And we are sobbing.
This is a stranger’s clutch;
so little time to learn so much–
as if no other night could bring
such a futile, fleeting touch.
And because she sighs,
and because she sings
as she becomes my pain–
I must steal the night again.

LoW mAn’s lYrIcS

koolbuddies — Wed, 20 Dec 2006 08:17:06 +0000

My eyes seek reality
My fingers seek my veins
Theres a dog at your back step
He must come in from the rain

I fall cause I let go
The net below has rot away
So my eyes seek reality
And my fingers seek my veins

The trash fire is warm
But nowhere safe from the storm
And I can’t bare to see
What I’ve let me be
So wicked and worn

So as I write to you
Of what is done and to do
Maybe you’ll understand
And won’t cry for this man
‘Cause low man is due

Please forgive me

My eyes seek reality
My fingers feel for faith
Touch clean with a dirty hand
I touched the clean to the waste

The trash fire is warm
But nowhere safe from the storm
And I can’t bare to see
What I’ve let me be
So wicked and worn

So as I write to you
Of what is done and to do
Maybe you’ll understand
And won’t cry for this man
‘Cause low man is due

Please forgive me
Please forgive me
Please forgive me

So low the sky is all I see
All I want from you is forgive me
So you bring this poor dog in from the rain
Though he just wants right back out again

And I cry, to the alley way
Confess all to the rain
But I lie, lie straight to the mirror
The one I’ve broken, to match my face

The trash fire is warm
But nowhere safe from the storm
And I can’t bare to see
What I’ve let me be
So wicked and worn

So as I write to you (yeah)
Of what is done and to do (yeah)
Maybe you’ll understand
And won’t cry for this man
‘Cause low man is due

Please forgive me
Please forgive me

So low the sky is all I see
All I want from you is forgive me
So you bring this poor dog in from the rain
Though he just wants right back out again

My eyes seek reality
My fingers seek my veins

Complete Nothing

koolbuddies — Fri, 08 Dec 2006 10:31:34 +0000

A seed of pure dismay
Powered by depression
Revived from Evil
Carved from the essence of humanity
Here I am
I am complete
I AM NOTHING
And I AM THE COMPLETE NOTHING

Morbid Void

koolbuddies — Fri, 08 Dec 2006 10:27:50 +0000

She has deflowered my mind
Death’s Scythe gently touches my pallid face
Frightened and in awe by what I may find
Feeling disassociated in space
A desolate fiend that cannot die
A vile creation by humanity
Her reality is just a cold lie
Only believing in misanthropy
Her eyes show her apocalyptic fear
The morbid void is consuming my soul
The Darknesss will bring her vile end near
I feel useless; my head feels like a hole
This begins the horrors of my sick dreams
The sulphurous luster is all that gleams

In a Room of Shame

koolbuddies — Tue, 05 Dec 2006 18:33:53 +0000

I want to be in a room of shame
A room filled with girls
Girls that effed me over
A room with a gun
A gun with one bullet
So I can blow my out their brains
Their rotting corpses infecting
Their little bodies of shame
The disease spreading like
An epidemic of destruction
The stench of their carcass
Will sicken You
You will then know
Why I hate the smell of humanity
One by one You will die
from Lust to Dust
From lust u were born
and from dust u shall be gone

A look into my life…

koolbuddies — Tue, 05 Dec 2006 18:28:53 +0000

Today, I am going to take you on an inside look to my life. I work, I sleep, I eat and I go to school other than that not much else. Stay tuned for more real facts into my life. This is me signing out.