There's a certain easiness to difficult dares when senses are dulled by alcohol and fame
show me how that color tastes
It was like biting into the sun it burned my tongue and nothing else would ever taste the same or be the same it calmed the storm of daddy leaving it was as if my new found Catholicism was a purgatory from where I could see the bright white pearly gates of heaven and feel the chill of their snow clad bars
colder than the coldest winter chill
one night in a dream my father told me to meet him at the gates and from that point I went every night but he never came instead he died and when he died my dreams died with him.
bury me softly in this tomb
I continued to go there night after night I desperately wanted to believe the gates would lead to heaven because in hell there's heat and this place was cold so cold with no sound and no light only darkness
I would sit in the cold for hours, losing all sense of time, obligations responsibilities, shivering and sweating at the foot of the gates, obsessed with the furry luster of frozen pearls the sound of silence and the subtle shifting of the weather
holding rare flowers in bloom
a week, a month a year would pass the snow began to slip in clumps and tumble to the ground again and again and again and then all hell broke loose the heat was hot the gates were gone and I began to run but
every path led me to nowhere
the blue cold went red hot and then turned black I tried to leave that place 13 times I left and 13 times returned there was nowhere else to go no place to call home I burned within my sick head
I wanted to peel the skin from my face
so hot I was bleeding for you soaked in sweat my calloused heart would not ask for help
serenity was far away
my hands were bruised from breaking rocks all day far from the chill I couldn't remember anymore anyway so desperate for a glimpse of snow it all came down to this
I could not live apart from that place and I could not live within it
so tonight
I will marry the two the here and the now with the there and the then
mix the snow with the fire mix the snow add the fire mix snow with fire mix snow add fire
snowfire
snowfire
snowfire
momma I am burning momma I am cold mother please save me don't leave me alone I see you but you've come too late can you hold me anyway? whisper in my ear I'm so sorry mother I haven't bathed in 2 weeks momma come hold me please
I'm down in a hole mother feeling so low mother
I'm so cold mother come save me take me home mother I am dying
mommy I am dead sit with me in silence sit with me I am dead
mommy I'm scared
black is all I feel so this must be how it feels to be free
mother I am dead
In Memory of Layne Stayley born August 22, 1967 died April 5, 2002 Re-Dedicated today on what would have been his 50th Birthday..
A bubble. That's where I want to hide myself. That's where I want to stay, away from the world. Immune to the outside, just in my little corner.
It is. I want to hide. Hide from Love. I just don't want to get hurt.
I want to be immune of feeling. Insensitive. I want to be insensitive. Able to live my day to day life without suffering, With no pain, no love or no hate. Without. Without loving.
Everything is so... So rough. I want everything around me be insignificant, to me; With no great expectations of the world. Without thinking. Without having to think. How I wished I could just snap my fingers And everything would by as I please.
One, two, I'm falling apart. Three, Four, catch me, I'm falling. Five, six, I don't want to get back to the start. Seven, eight, help me, I can't hear you calling. Nine, ten, I'm empty, like a fallen bird with broken wings.
My friends call me by Sim Salobin my enemies dont speak my name I have spent Eons so I wouldn't be known, its only through others you would see my fame I don't ask for very much, you may not know me by touch, but if you are a friend you can call my name I can be gentle or I can rage very quickly I have killed and have brought rain to places where there is terrible drought Judge me if you will for its empty boots I fill in fact you will never see me I have been all around the world in every possible way the Earth (Mother) is round from around the equator or from North to South Pole I am everywhere I am called cruel and it is said I just dont care But without the trees and Plankton and me, what would you do for your air? I dont try to hurt people or the trees who are my good friends Yes Wizards and Mages can stir me, they even may be able to call me, but they will get very little for their trouble So if you dont think of me or even know where I might begin Remember this if you will? it's quite Elemental, and try to understand. I mean I mean no one ill, so if you need to give me a name just call me the Wind
I wish I was in another world Perhaps a different plain Just living my next life my love So I'd be with you again For now you are lost forever Yet I cant forget those nights Baby it's a Hell on Earth Without you it's just Hell on Earth I watched you die like the sun Now your gone And I just run From this.....