Brains, Bass, and Blood

Bass

It's like a heartbeat

Pounding through my mind and soul,

The rhythm of life.

A sound like mighty thunder,

I pray that it never ends.

Words

I can't think

I can't even breathe.

The words come,

But don't mean a thing.

Another hour

Another day,

Trying to find,

Something to say

That gives a voice,

To the pain inside

But after a while,

All the words they die.

I Hate The Way Blood Dries

I hate the way blood dries

from a bright crimson

Comes a murky brown

I hate the way blood dries

Fades like an aging memory

And the pain fades too

As if it never happened

And with the pain,

The memory,

And the blood, gone.

What is left

To remind us

Of the lesson.

I hate the way blood dries.

The Sleeper of R'lyeh

The blackest night

Is not as dark as his old eyes

Which from far light

Bring knowledge forever wise

Even our greatest peak

Does not compare to his mass

That makes great minds weak

And ages not as eons pass

That ancient city

hidden beneath cold waves

That beacon of insanity

A mass of forgotten graves

It is there in silent slumber he lies

But our Earth trembles when we hear his cries

Bloody Lip

You think you're tough

You think you're stronger than me

But who keeps standing back up?

Who takes every hit?

Not you,

You're always ready to tap out

When I hit back

So you think you're tough?

What's the proof?

My bloody lip?