two new things, one is weird.

the first:

"Crashing Down"

good bye to all i had,
i'm crying blood as i crash.
my veins feel my pain,
as another needle gets pushed deeper in.
now watch me break down,
watch as tears stream down my face.

good bye to all my happiness,
i thought that this time it would last.
i guess i was wrong,
but how long has this loss been giving in.
now watch me break down,
my senses have been long gone.

treat this as a good bye,
cause thats all i have to say.
no more words of comfort,
no more words of praise.

good by to everyone i loved,
this heart carries you no longer.
cause my mind has gone from me,
ran away when you left.
now watch me break down,
watch as tears stream down my face.

good bye to you and all your feelings,
i need them like a hole in the head.
but i never thought it could be this easy,
saying that you never loved me.
go ahead and use me then,
i'm free to distribute.

treat this as a good bye,
cause thats all i have to say.
no more words of comfort,
no more words of praise.
i'm sick of all your things,
of all the leavings you throw from the table.
i'm sick of all that you were,
and soon i'll be sick of all that you are.
treat this as a good bye,
cause thats all i have to say.

the second:

"Last Words"

treasured love of nothing's feeling
a numbness deep inside is comforting.
but trust lies and truth is forgotten,
when thunder sounds and lighting hits.
bow down, bow down.

in forever's hollow gaze
but fearful of nothing standing in my way
i walked a long road and now i'm home
but home was forgotten
restless spirit...

and if life rots away from my bones.
let the bugs feast on what skin is left,
cause i found home in eternal sleep.

breathe deep the smell of ocean air
as sunrise hits the sky
watch red flare through the blue
and remember of things lost.
home is paradise... lost

fires burn high
and laughter rings out with screams of pain
the pits of hell seem clear to me
no vision like this could be a dream
no dream like this could be real.

and as life rots away from me bones
let the bugs feast on what skin is left
cause i found home in eternal sleep
i found a place to rest

deep scars run across my back
hell's angel's strapped to my kneck
their bidding be done
my soul has been won
the devil beat my dice.

and as life rots away from my bones.
let the bugs feast on what skin is left.
cause i found home in eternal sleep.
i found a place to rest.

Andrew C. McCullough