Poetry thread!

NORTHERN COMFORT

I’m drunk on Northern Comfort
And this remains my last resort
Contradictive mixturte of feelings
Perkele, just the inspiration I need
THE SENSATION I CRAVE SO BAD
NORTHERN COMFORT IN HIS ARMS
BARELY A DESPERATE MINION
I RECOGNIZE, I’M ONE IN A MILLION
Creative-agressive, passive-expressive
Not a groupie, but VITUN obsessive
Distored, turning day into night
Goddammit, I can no longer fight
THE SENSATION I CRAVE SO BAD
NORTHERN COMFORT IN HIS ARMS
I’M A SLAVE SUFFERING FOR ART
SO SICK, WRITING MY INSIDES OUT
He’s a god, I’m below a prion
Shred it , and it will shred my soul
Fuck the universe, I can’t go on
Damned, I lost the ability to growl
THE SENSATION I CRAVE SO BAD
NORTHERN COMFORT IN HIS ARMS
BARELY A DESPERATE MINION
I RECOGNIZE, I’M ONE IN A MILLION
 
Bluntest streetlighting fixtures
Like infected strawberry gashes
Monochromatic orange glow
Over Neudorf, just let it flow
LOW-PRESSURE SODIUM
FAMILIAR AD NAUSEUM
Carrot sodium, kiss my ass
Love and hate it all at once
So unclean, it owned mercury
But now it’ll soon be history
LOW-PRESSURE SODIUM
FAMILIAR AD NAUSEUM
Inflammating my street
Been there for over thirty years
Fuck no, the glow ain’t neat
Saw my blood, sweat and tears
LOW-PRESSURE SODIUM
SO *ME* AD NAUSEUM !
 
Rage, divine emotional outbursts
That’s what I take in, all yours
Overwhelmed, I writhe in extasy
In despair I dwell, nobody can see
HERE I SIT WITH NO SOLACE
AND NOBODY TO HOLD TIGHT
(Just d-i-s-g-u-s-t! Damn ! Fuck !)
YOU’LL NEVER READ OR HEAR THIS
BUT IT’S _YOU_ I WANNA FEEL
...SERENELY BREATHE ! ! !
Constanze Salieri is jumpin’ off the roof
I am nothing but a fragile beast
Faint-hearted br00tal expressionist
So much suffering, soul no longer shockproof
HERE I SIT WITH NO SOLACE
DON’T DESERVE TO HOLD YOU TIGHT
(I-n-s-e-c-u-r-i-t-y ! Vittu ! Perkele ! )
YOU’LL NEVER HEAR OR READ THIS
BUT I SO CRAVE YOU WITHIN...
AGAINST ME...Just, SERENELY BREATHE ! ! !
 
no reason to be here
my time is running low
as the pain within my head
comes and goes
like the waves that return
the sadness i throw away.

the fleeting moments
of our time together brings
remembrance of the pain
we shared

but your cry of suicide
awakened me that dark night,
before me lay the tragedy that was you.

but you knew,
i would have met you at the end of the world,
and we couldve escaped together.
the world that surrounded us
was as dead as heaven on a saturday night.

but you could not wait.as i cant wait to be with you oncemore......



the pain i feel echoes so
shiver as my fire dies
turnaway, unkindest life
...........that left me
cold as december night.
try and unviel the shadows
cast by black sunrise
spark a light to see...
all but an illusion
a prelude to a dream

my drifting imagination
fades through my hands
all i cannot grasp;
like the stars in a stream.

in the end im am lost.
lost without you.
lost and still not found.
 
Architect, destroyer, nature, whatever
I shouldn’t beg them to kill me faster
For prayer is indeed useless
But my soul’s a bloody mess
I BREATHE EMPTINESS...
AND EMPTINESS BECOMES ME
Not enough warmth out of the blade
Because no matter how much I bleed
The relief just won’t last long
The agony is much too strong
I BREATHE NOTHINGNESS...
NOTHINGNESS BECOMES ME !
Means of self-expression raptured
Against my will, all hope aborted
Destiny, you’ve got me shattered
Ambition paralysed, mind distorted
EMPTINESS IS WHAT I BREATHE
I EMBODY NOTHINGNESS


PS: Great writing, Pest!
 
Warm is this new Northern Comfort I’m sipping
Brutal but somehow sweet ,irresistible
It revives me and makes me all dizzy
But maybe I’m clinging to it too tightly ?
Is it poison, is it killing me, too strong for me?
To just lay down on the bed of razors
And bleed to death in heavenly fever
I must confess, that’s what I often feel like doing !
Am I living or dying, burning or drowning ?
Living...dying...burning...DROWNING !
Fuck, where am I going ?
Maybe I’m insane, and in some way...
...loving you’s in vain, I should be ashamed
But YOUR Northern Comfort, I must say
Adds drama and passion to my pain !

 
***TOXIC WASTE***
Scythelicious Bodom for the high
Then raw Ruin for the soul
Those are the drugs that I need
The first one drives an exquisite
Scythe through my heart
The second one heals my wounds
Screams out my emotional toxic waste
I’m not a composer, I can’t !
Have I wasted two decades ?
Metal Salieri through and through
Get over it already...HELL NO ! ! !
Writing, *pain*ting and screaming
Those are my toxic waste dumps
My lifeboats and sources of hope
Call me stupid ‘cause in your world
All I can do is scream and growl
But be prepared, ‘cause my weapon’s fatal
It’s called creativity, and I can use it pretty well
Here I am, throwing up all of my toxic waste
...all over YOU, motherfucker ! (ALL OVER Y O U ! ! !)
(Mmmmm revenge tastes gooood.)

PS I'd like some feedback for all the toxic waste I've dumped here...thanks!