Lukaynin

Standing side by side, We eat away, At each others thoughts I open my mouth, Only to allow my heart, To fall out of it Landing on the floor, That supports my tattered soul, It continues, As if nothing has happened Even now, Collapsed on the cold, bare floor, It still beats Nothing can disturb, The R-rated lyrics, That pump from its soulful chorus Not even your words. It knows its purpose; To deliver blood, To every pipe, Lining my body But not to feel, Not to slow to the same rhythm, As yours That's not the way it's supposed to be. Why should a heart, Feel anything other, Then what a heart, Is designed to

Where have their eyes all gone? He's swallowed them whole. He's sunken them so far in, White bone engulfs them, Creating empty space, For his commands to fill Where have their voices all gone? He's told them never to return. He's inhaled every sentence, Every word, Every letter And placed them in a glass jar Where has their intelligence all gone? He's erased it all. And replaced it with himself, Chewing on the grapes, That used to contain thought, Character, And emotion He has created himself, In each and every one of them After all Who needs their conscience? When you have God.

I'm following the road It's my light, My direction And it's disappearing from beneath my feet I stumble, But catch myself Only to tread, On the emptyness still remaining, In your last breath "Welcome to the real world" Now deafened Against the sounds, That used to make me happy All that is heard, Is the escaping beat, Of rubber to asphalt Heal toe, heal toe And the constant screams, Fleeing my lungs Ignored, and unimportant. Cars rush by Pouding their steel, Into every existing measurement, Between my lips Speeding headlights, Like an obsession Flood me with dominating presence, Only to leave so soon Deserting

Poets speak on the radio, Filling the air between us, With uncertain language Darkness. Reaching in, Pulling out Shading my eyes, Sealing my lips But you and I both know, Darkness And blue herrings, Can't hide a guilty girl And like dirty carbon dioxide, The words spill From my compressed lungs, "I'm sorry" A guilty conscience chokes me, Filling my lungs with tar Replacing the good, With chemical matter My own two hands, Wrapped around my neck, Like a goddamn snake To a goddamn rat And that is all, That I am

I miss car rides The type that leave you empty Polluting your breath, With sinful carbon dioxide Tears, soaking through your skin Washing away previous euphoria I miss car rides Dangerous turns, In rhythm, with the grind in your teeth Longing stares, through the windshield To the world beyond head lights I miss car rides The kind that speed through your mind Rushing senses, between four wheels Infectious street lamps Seducing your eyes, in all the darkness I miss car rides The ones where you would tell me, To shut the fuck up And I would drown you In and out of tune, With the speakers Still, I miss car rides

How deaf we are, Sitting in a circle of neglect Our tongues only reaching as far As our grudges will allow How deaf we are, Our faith disappearing Like raindrops over flame Forgetting our loved ones Our heads held up in shame How deaf we are, Stopping at the hurdles We withdraw our hands Retiring all hope No one will save you How deaf we are, Kneeling at a pool Where your thoughts begin to ooze Spilling with regret and abandonment You bow your head in surrender Oh, how insensitive we are

Lips curving, Along a straight line Lashes, Diving deep into the patterns of his eyes Transparent pupils, Starring back in a wondering gaze Creeping skin, Stretched across rough bones Tattered nails, Outrunning lengthy fingers Unsure foot steps, Trespassing on welcoming ground So afraid, So desiring

Blinding lights scurry across empty seats, reflecting the cheap plastic. In our minds we've been waiting here for hours, but in reality - minutes. Our anticipation has steadily grown, nearly reaching the breaking point. Subconsciously we are aware of every movement on the stage, but the obviousness of the pain rushing through our ears is impossible to ignore. The opening bands pierce through our minds, deafening us with little talent. What should be a rhymic guitar solo, sounds more like genocide. We begin to creep into a false world, creating an imaginary acid trip. Hours before, our hearts were filled with mechanical speed. But now, slouche