Wit woven and intermittent on paper

Hours owning a prickling pen in hand 

Revision, re-take, rewrite - time wasted on how to shape "her" 

The missing masterpiece, the babbling baby, the dark demand. 

Hours owning a prickling pen in hand 

Unreal voices vexing me - understand? 

The missing masterpiece, the babbling baby, the dark demand

Threatens to overthrow my complacently creative mentally limp land. 

Unreal voices vexing me - understand 

Driving and dribbling me ballsy 'cross court; pressure and pain - insane 

Threatens to overthrow my complacently creative mentally limp land 

Uncouthly killing my deep desire to do what I love because I can.

I push past pressure and pain. 

Wit woven and intermittent on paper

My wife, The Pen, I go now to rape her

Revision, re-take, rewrite - time wasted on how to shape her. 

I cannot wait anymore - this pain I must endure is a damn chore, for sure 

This world has won. I'm finished, I'm done. This pain, insane, is no fun 

Even walking on earth, I'm trapped under dirt, so hurt

This world is brutal, cruel, and so curt 

I'm burnt, in a damned soak 

I'm just not pure. 

I am filthy, wrecked. Heart has rampant raging left unchecked 

Foolish man! Don't you think I rage against this numbness? 

I cannot speak now - Hah! Such damn dumbness 

Such cards stacked on me; I'm decked 

Just give me peace. 

Hand me bliss - this eternal bliss You claim. Do You feign? 

Or do You seek to seal me in the tomb? 

I'm shouting Your holy name 

Am I doomed? 

Blade in my broken hand - pain now a friend

Rocks bury me, my arms bend 

I'm in my tomb. 

This soft barrel against my temple feels so warm, so warm. 

And being around this Earthly tomb feels so cold, so cold. 

The Phantom returns to rest

Unable to confess

The sins it has caused

Oh, the havoc it has wrung

Unable to confess

The murders of death its blade has sung

Oh, the havoc it has wrung

Leaving leaf-lings lifeless

The murders of death its blade has sung

The hum of homicide

Leaving leaf-lings lifeless

And nurturing trees hollow.

Ah, poor Phantom

The sins it has caused

Does haunt it indeed but still

The Phantom returns to rest. 

There it is

My sour heart

Torn apart. 

How was it

As you did 

Tear it out? 

How was it

When you spat 

On my heart? 

You wicked, 

Wild, wretched,

Worthless wench! 

Just leave me! 

Let me be!

Don't you see? 

You have just 

Completely 

Broken me. 

I step over this hilltop

My body begs me to stop 

But I refuse to drop 

Until I see the sand in the distance. 

Beyond luscious forests and sapphire streams

Rests the eye; Reality is not as it seems 

Beyond the illusion, beams 

The sand in the distance. 

There is no rock, there is no sea

There is no hope, there is only 

The sand in the distance. 

All my life, I saw a colorful black 

I thought I sought what I had always lacked 

But, truly, I seek reality back; 

The sand in the distance. 

The world is broken - an unholy school

Taking the Earth seriously, you must be a fool 

This illusion has one purpose: to be used as a tool

This is why I seek the sand in the distance. 

All my life, I've been blinded

To this ephemeral oasis, I've been binded 

And, until now, I've never minded 

Not knowing of the sand in the distance. 

With my body burning

And my stomach churning

I stand atop the hilltop, my mind turning 

As I gaze upon the sand in the distance.