IamDreamfire

I'm half asleep, another gig, in and out fast, we've all gotta book. I've been frequenting shows since my mom could get me past the door, just another night, nothing more. Should've seen it coming, but I was too entranced with my current fave, then his voice spoke a dedication, a song called "Grave". My heart sank and I wondered how the hell? My elation balled up and into the pit of my core my stomach fell. The dive we were in took on a purplish hue, impacted me and I could only stare, what a thing to behold, what a story to share, a moment ago it was all fun and games, now all I can do is care. We held a vigil for her

Brought about by collision, overriding sense of derision. And tell me what is your decision? And tell me what do I do with this incision? Holding fast holding strong, hope may last or it’s gone, courage withers... under blankets shivers, under skies rivers,   takers make givers, and takers make givers. Brought about by precision, caught out by mesmerism, taken out with all the guests. But do I know I have your best? Or am I like all the rest? Am I like all that I detest? Holding fast holding strong, made to last but falling headlong,   courage is for givers, under cloaks are killers, under jokes happiness withers, I&

In my mind's eye I'd have to revamp things, but you can make things looks good, even camping, stepping over twigs with muddied feet like some swamp thing, must be beautiful to be with you, to see the sun rays through and through, I seem to know where you've been and what you've done, could describe all the times we've met, but when I really come to think of it, I don't even know your favourite color yet.

Our words either sooth you or unsettle you, depending which side you're on. Our might and sound makes you wonder, and you love us or hope we go under. If you are scared better run now, because we'll call it anyhow, we do plow, forward and do not bow, telling it straight anyhow. Hall of Fame in our back pockets, and we've got stars in our sights ahead, better to offend, say it like it is, than be a sheep in the herd, never heard, that's as good as dead.

I've written my world dry, with ink it's an eye for an eye. Wondered the other day about some things, then remembered it's a blur on the other side where you reside, wasting thoughts on the graveyards of long past yesterdays, strange to really know what I know, about you, the unexplainable, the journey always ends up back there somewhere, it couldn't just be about the now...no, that would seem normal somehow. Odd to have such an absence of caring, swore I caught you staring, throw it away far from sight, nothing here worth sharing.

The moment you realize you're another man's trash... glinting eyes through lies lies lies, one tries tries tries, to somehow make it right or to make it fit, to avoid all the signs that make this new vista legit, but any way you look at it or shape it or try to manipulate it, there it is, in all it's sickening bliss, you aren't thought of nor wondered about, it didn't count to them, like it did to you, you may as well have been a void, to make room for another.

Crawling ever so carefully to find the exit wound, scraping up this invisible realm to see where the path may lead, feels so good to wash away, to bleed. I am a vapour that cannot be defined, this feeling leaves me knowing I can never be confined, the exit signs flash all around, but you are nowhere to be found. I wonder time and again, is this love a myth of my own creating, when I look over it, never less and never abating, just saturating. If this feeling is just my generation, why lie, why give this power to another, this aesthetic vector is mine to ride to the furthest shores of light, why should I put up a fight, I receive what only

The running started to hurt, the stinging left the stinger inert, the magic outsmarted the magician, and their world went silent, to begin to shun. Trying to grasp what was once so easy and flowed like streams, now the sewing of the words was tedious and rigid at the seams, feeling as though repeating, what meant something became nothing is what it means, became dead energy zipped up into body bags, and the future sagged, but it arrived again to the fore, here before them to unseal the dreams, here before them to awaken the once dying screams, pushing on, ever on, forward on, being never gone. What the inhalation meant to one, like life ene

Blackstar we know you, we hear you and likely always will, as you carry forward playing the tune, the ever-mending melody of the soothingness of you. Take a widened look Blackstar, for from here it only gets better, and you'll meet us all again, in a different form, but of this I can be sure, it will be a form of your choosing.

They want you to feel bleak, meek, a giant armored behind a facade of flesh-ridden signs of the weak, the blinking trinkets are blinding you, Can you just stop and see? Listen to your stomach quiver, while falsities pour over brims, crawl up the glass, you giant, balance on the rims, their lies will sicken you, yet, being freed is worth facing those that are grim