My black outs are getting unstable, the feelings getting back from it is evil.
I don’t remember what I do, I just have a feeling it’s horrible, my memory of nights are fading.
Good Day To Yah Lads
Top to the evening to yah lads, get your green and drink your irish whiskey to yah, recommendation Jamesons, and have a fucking street brawl.
Blind but plain to our peripheral.
Insufficient, you can’t miss it, blind from this close distant, subliminal to this world we don’t seem to realize every day we take risk, the eyes allude from the far truth.
Aging with time but the mind remains stubborn like a child that wants “this and that”,
Is a shameful thing to see,
That selfishness will grow cold like me,
The more she pushes and argues as all she want wants, the farther my sanity sought,pissed and filled with rage, did you know i had a twist me, dishing the the issue will only cause me more pain, healing the membrane still you drive me insane,
I just want to release that part me I locked in my cage, now be amazed I didn’t stab you or cracked your neck in two,like my ego is telling me too.
Is a shameful thing to see,
That selfishness will grow cold like me,
The more she pushes and argues as all she want wants, the farther my sanity sought,pissed and filled with rage, did you know i had a twist me, dishing the the issue will only cause me more pain, healing the membrane still you drive me insane,
I just want to release that part me I locked in my cage, now be amazed I didn’t stab you or cracked your neck in two,like my ego is telling me too.
“
Periphery - Icarus Lives!
Believe in memories to resurrect me
Besieged by falling dreams
Hold them tightly
Adorn my wings to thee, and use them nightly
I’m neither angel nor a demon spawn
Though some will call me god
Gravity is just a law I’ve wrought
Hear temptation take the sky for all to see
Sheer elation to write in history
I’m neither angel nor a demon spawn
Though some will call me god
Gravity is just a feeble plot
When I said I’d never kneel again
What I really meant
Was (fucking) pull the pin because time is spent
Unite with ravens on their shadow flights
As my nocturnal right
Gravity is just a mortal’s vice
When I said I’d never feel or see
Love and sight are last resorts for me
Smell the coffee in the air and ask who the fuck used up all the doo doo paper.
“
| — | By Bobby S. Khoundara |
Sweeeeeeet!
I’m going get the drum set by next week and then all need to do is get some stands, and cymbals, then I begin practicing.
Periphery: jetpacks! Was yes
Before I read the lyrics, I just thought it was soothing, but now I think it’s inspirational as the name they hold.
These walls of time release
My eyes move like the drift
The cries, they resonate within
The fabric tears before me break ties between the kin
Reaching for a way out of this dream
I waste my breath ascending
Fears lead me astray
The past brings them to be
What’s left to carry me…
But a memory
The dream endures these lies
Forever at the edge left surviving alone
What’s left as I wander
I’ve found a world where I am free
Inside that which is truth
The ground upon which I have grown is not the same
The fears they’ve fallen away
Presently I’ve found I am not alone
In a world of infinity sewn
Perceive beyond the seam
A soul evolves as one.
