The Shadows

The shadows spin along the walls, 

They sit they stand they creep they crawl, 

They crowd they gather, they play on ladders, 

They laugh about with awesome chatter. 

The shadows spin along the walls. 

They crouch they kneel they lay they fall. 

They come they go they do as though they please you know?

Their tongues will glow its quite a show. 

The shadows spin along the walls. 

They run they hide their free to flow,

They swirl they slide they gleefully glide, 

They burn with ice and freeze with fire. 

The shadows spin along the walls. 

They trip they flip they skip through halls.

They'll bust your chops and next your balls. 

They crush your crops and then your stalls. 

The shadows spin along the walls. 

They remain insane in glory and fame.

They were made in the lake of horror and flame. 

To season your head with infectious games. 

Blue to Black

Strawberry sunrise, 

And the minty moon, 

Collide, from time to time. 

It takes, skillful eye, 

And time away from home,

To see the nickel within the dime.

With every measure that you take, 

Love is stripped or love is stacked.

With every pleasure that you fake, 

Blood is curdled from blue to black.

The Weight of What Else to Do

I watched you
Puff your chest.
Think yourself better
Than us, than the rest.
I see you beating your chest too,
With closed fist.
For penniless attention, to feed bleeding instincts.
And then you look at me,
As though for a challenge.
I didnt say a word.
Simple minded foolish ass-
Your making of yourself.
Ill eat your thoughts like
Tasty treats and deteriorate your health.
You look so innocent,
But your an appearance of vomit.
I could care less to
Be around you.
Your the epitome
Of all things hated
And your morals,
They are falling.
Falling like tall timbers in a dark forest pushed down by "The Weight of What Else to Do."