The Nerves Have Been Severed

Suspended animation
Carbon copy, after Carbon copy
Repetition breeds without definition
Everything is safe. Stay indoors
Carbon copies

You sit and listen, to each and every word
“You’re free to do what we tell you”
They’re free to do as they please
Just mindless bodies, dragged through hell
We’ve all become strangers, in our own homes

Reproduce the one next in line
Haven’t you noticed, we’re all just the same?

Pray to your death dealer
Prepare the end is near
There is no time.
Just get out alive
The insignificant voices
It’s all been said
Pray to the death dealer
Prepare our end is near

We’ve all been lined up.
Take the corner. Turn the page.
Breathe in, it’s all a mask
Breathe out, it’s just for show

Nothing stays safe. Get out alive!

Bring out your guns
Take out your guts
Cry until you laugh
Sleep until it hurts

Pray to the death dealer
Prepare the end is near
We are the death dealers
We will bring the end

Eat your heart out
Keep the dogs in

Avant-Garde (Redux)

We have never felt this way
About any of the things in our path
But we must move on

To the next chapter
Where we stand
Side by side with death

Never felt so indifferent
While standing with our own

The meat upon my back
Never looked so fresh

From a standing viewpoint
That was your knife

I hope you know that i gave
This all I had

But here I stand
The need to overcome
Let’s hope this story
Will help me move on

As this chapter now ends
We can smile again
As this story burns

This is Avant-Garde

Infinity

Really not sure about why I keep feeling this way. Like utter shit.

After so much good time spent with friends, I’m back to being this way.

Fuck this.

/End rant

Smithereens

Over the past week I’ve started writing for Sex & Cigarettes. It’s coming along quite nicely. Hopefully this will close some issues that have been plaguing my mind for quite some time now.  Writing about addictions and exorcising demons sexually so far. I don’t really have much to say right now. I’m having some trust issues, and it’s really doing my head in.

You ruined art for me

I am happy when I’m with you
Fucking miserable without you

Runaway

Run, run away
No sense of time
Like you to stay
Want to keep you inside

Run, run, run away
Lost, lost, lost my mind
Like you to stay
Want you to be my prize

All alone
Not so strong without these open arms
Hold on tight

Lyrics from Yeah Yeah Yeahs – Runaway
Can’t stop thinking about you

Postcards From Hell/Sex & Cigarettes

The time has finally come. I’m going to be printing out some tests runs for my first zine, Postcards From Hell (YNGWLV01). I need to see how it will look once printed and if I need to make any adjustments to the layout and so forth. I think I should get the covers professionally printed but I’m not really sure yet. Postcards From Hell consists of lyrics, poetry and prose from the last four years. Will be printing a super limited run.

Which brings me to Sex & Cigarettes. Which will be the follow up to Postcards From Hell. Sex & Cigarettes is still only in the early stages but I’m really looking forward to moving into a new direction, and to see where it takes me.

More information about the release of Postcards From Hell soon!

Newly Restored

I can’t get rid of this stupid smile on my face.

Thank you for being amazing.

Such a good weekend!

x

I’ll Sleep When You’re Dead

I’ve completed all the theory involved in my course.
Makes me so happy, and excited for what will happen next.

Fingers crossed

El-P is amazing. His “I’ll Sleep When You’re Dead” album is just amazing.

x

Depart From Me

I want to be happy. But I get stuck within myself.
I start to feel numb again and the whole process repeats.

I think I’m going to go away in a few weeks.
To a place I never thought I go back to.

It’s kind of weird. I think I need it.