Disorder by Paul Weyer (100 best novels of all time .TXT) 📕

Dead Fly

I take comfort in the smoke
I like the way it chokes
Me like every word we spoke
The night I finally broke

I'm crying frantically
I don't know why

Black tears tear us apart

How you holding up?
Am I paraphrasing?


Just leave me alone, get out.
Come back after I catch the train.
Please don't leave
I am paraphrasing.

I'm falling frantically
You don't know why

This music is my disorder

We have no idea.
I'm paraphrasing.

I think I'm getting it now
This 'living' has been a foreign concept
Please don't leave
Am I paraphrasing?

I think the atmosphere is digital
There's a moth on the floor watching the dead flies
I swear she's lost control

Let's dance to the radio
Let's dance to the radio
Let's dance to the radio
I'm paraphrasing

I'm frantic
I'm rushing
I'm waiting
I'm waiting

They call this joy.
They call this joy?

Suffering tended to be the recurring theme
I want to kiss the light and see if I can gleam

Check the tire, would ya?
Just go, now
Don't leave, please don't leave
Let's dance to the radio

Why can't I do both?
A normal man can.
A normal man?
A normal man.

We had no idea.
I'm tired of paraphrasing.

We weren't close the way I thought we'd be
We could have been
Then she came.

We were drifting apart
I thought I was done
Then she came.

We were done
Please don't leave.
Come back.
Just leave me alone
I'm done

I take comfort in the smoke
I like the way it chokes
Me like every word we spoke
Tonight I finally broke.

I'm done paraphrasing.
I'm not done feeling

Silverburst

Escape your escapism
Maybe you'll find me

Lately I've been silverburst
or maybe just the same reversed
The metaphor unclear and rehearsed
I think I'm cursed.

Escape to escapism
Enter every sense
I'm sure I'll be in sound
Where your eyes can't see me drenched

Lately I've been silverburst
or maybe just the same reversed
The metaphor unclear and rehearsed
I think I'm cursed.

Darkness surrounds you
And nothing seems quite alright
But your a fickle flicker
On the inside you are bright

I'm a fickle flicker
I'm really never right

Lately I've been silverburst
or maybe just the same reversed
The metaphor unclear and rehearsed
I think I'm cursed.

Jone painted me a butterfly one day
A moth watched from the floor as I gazed
She held me close and whispered she'd never leave me weighed
Gale entered the room to remind that she wasn't real. I was dazed.

Sally weeps sometimes, I'm neglectful to her needs
Stella loves the attention, but hates bringing me up to speed
Alice, where would I be without you? I'm afraid to know
Then again, cobalt and doc could likely tell me so

Smashing equals all I have.

Excuses

Why would you bring me here?
I simply don't fit the brand
In this place nothing's held dear
I may never understand

Push away
I don't want to play anymore today
Isolate
In no order; rush, wait, and fail to state

I've lost sight of the support beams
I'm worried they were never really there
We're locked alone in this room I deem
Myself unfit and you not ready, but you don't care.

Push away
I don't want to play anymore today
Isolate
In no order; rush, wait, and fail to state

You're tired of talking
I'm at a loss for words
A simple 'No' would likely suffice
But I'm certain I'd go unheard

I'm not sure what it means to be in love
I'm distorted and contorted, everything you'd call twisted
I'm leaving here forever, I don't believe I'll be above
Come and search for me now, but I'm afraid I'm unlisted

Small World

To whom it may not concern
I'm falling faster everyday now
I'll share with you what I've learned
If you promise not to shut me down

To whom I shouldn't associate myself with
I'm growing tired of the way you often cry
I'm in the fashion, a la mode, but cela vie I'm miserable
I'm growing cautious of my words, so I don't lose my head and you don't die

To whom would be creeped out
You are a symbol here
And there's a shrine deep inside my mind
Where you adorn my fear

Anonymity was all prefered
But there's a language barrier, so obsurd
I'm watching as the clouds become translucent
I'm working up the corage to make you obscured

I'll never be cured
I'll never be cured

To whom it may not concern
I've lost all focus and reason as well
I'll share with you what I've learned
When death's in style, I'll wait a while, then have another tale to tell.

Publication Date: 08-23-2010

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