The last track off 'Lucid Safari'.

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{“golgatha love”.}

there’s demons on my inside
sucking life from my spirit.
& it’s quite clear that
you can hear it in my lyrics.
broken mirrors reflect my image.
inject syringes of ink
into the flesh to replenish me fresh.
okay. deep breath.
let’s begin.
it’s like your cold, lonely suicide.
twist the machete in.
ready set
go.
thoughts race at incredible speeds,
but i’ll slow down
so your brain can catch its breath.
paint the sky black w/ sex & death.
we’re going down, y’all,
so hold your breath.
no one’s left in this abyss of hell
sunk beneath the floor of the wishing well.
so listen well to the stories i tell.
elegant melodies sung fell from my tongue
like a portrait of beauty touched with a delicate brush.
nevermore wept forevermore
by a murder of crows.
the curtains will close anytime now.
i need to find out
everything that i’m searching to know.
it worries me,
so, god, please show me mercy.
no, show me the way home.
because i have grown so alone.
& so phantoms haunt me.
& i’m eyed by a clock tower
that looks down upon me
standing on the concrete.
it holds the gift of time
& it speaks to me.
i swear to god it speaks to me.
i’m not lying.
ghosts travel
& forever shadow my black thoughts
leaving chalked mosaics
that splatter the black top.
…it’s a beautiful revolution
w/ suitable sets of rules
that leave me in entrapment.
oh no, it can’t be happening again.
then again, maybe it could.
so maybe i should
try to gain some control
of the strain in my soul.
but i guess it’s just the life i live.
& in my own disbelief,
it was chosen by me.
& unfortunately for me,
it’s grown so indiscrete.
so go ahead,
look in my bloodshot eyes,
you can see the blackness of hell
& all the sadness you’ve felt.
my insanity’s worsened
& the phantoms keep lurking.
& plus, my heart is just killing me.
i started in partial stability.
but i’ve corroded
& i’ve drifted far from tranquility.
c’mon.

i’m being crucified.
cupid shoots. it’s like
golgatha love.
just like golgatha love.
lucifer haunts
it’s you i foolishly want.
just like golgatha love.
just like golgatha love.

you did a kick ass job throwing off my orbital path.
i still see you manifest inside my mirror.
& these photographs are just portals to our past,
reflecting times when life was clearer.
so don’t cry for me.
it’s nobody’s fault.
i guess it’s just the way things go.
but it’s depressing to know
the distance between us still continues to grow.
i’m not sure if you mean to, but you haunt me.
& it’s more than obvious in these songs.
the blackness above savagely cuts through my bones.
& i’m not even sure where i belong.
& for far too long.
it’s been a spiraling stair case,
dark & decrepit.
your ghost traveling amongst the hidden air waves,
& it leaves me disheartened & restless.
it was a bad case of nostalgia i had left behind.
still, i had tendencies to press rewind.
i dreamt of you,
under falling skies.
in desperate times,
i dreamt of you,
iris orchards & stonewall safaris.
you were my everything, darling.
& we had lived a silent story-
untold-
& i will always be sorry.
& the clouds hung over my head.
& i heard the angels cry
a hallelujah of decay
that rang through the sky.
i was crucified to my truths;
my meaningless songs.
& in an attempt to figure out
where it was i went wrong,
i let the sunny days escape me.
& i’d been searching for a home.
& in an attempt to find myself,
i only found myself alone.
& in an attempt to write that perfect poem,
my pen ran dry
& i bathed in the tears that fell
from the moon’s eyes.
silver cinders rise,
carried by the wind, & i
watch the raindrops crystallize,
falling from the sky.