5 minute poetry

[Funka Genocide]

been a while, have some poetry. XD

Give Me Something New

And without a purpose, always wind shall flee, as without a tether our souls are flying free.

I’m cut, on a deeper vein, that I could abstain
From drinking in your eyes, from swimming in your lies
And now I’m just myself, a puppet on your shelf.
Oh, oh…

Give me something new
This errantry of love
I’m wearing in your pews
While, while, while

A thousand tiny arrows, visions torn and narrow
Pierce me to the core, I know its such a bore
To hear of all my pain, to hear it all again
To curse my unowned grave, and all the blood I gave
Oh, oh…

Give me something new
This errantry of love
I’m wearing in your pews
While, while, while

All around is faint, and still I try to paint
Your hate in different hues, still kneeling in your pews
A prayer to your beast, while on my heart it feasts
Smiling like a child, a torture infantile
Ah…

Give me something new, just give me all of you
To toss around like cloth, to cover up the cross
You’ve nailed me to


Speak into the bankroll

She’s glittering in light
That happens just at night
A denizen of your mind
You can’t leave her behind

Speaks in tongues, no words
She’s in your mouth, absurd
Tonight she’s putting out
Oh what is this about?

She whispers silently
While you are on your knees
Spilling all her honey
“man you taste like money”

the curtains only hide
your shame from passerby
you know just what you’ve done
and now that it’s begun…

hey it’s just tonight
damn she looks alright
put your pride aside
she’ll let you slip inside

and she whispers silently
while down upon your knees
you’re screaming out her name
“it’s money all the same”

so now in mornings light
your Saturday delight
is gone without a sound
your wallet can’t be found

yet deeper than the cash
the taste of bitter ash
though love was made
your soul was paid

and the whispers silently
bring you to your knees
and though you’ll learn to cope
the money can’t buy hope













Falling From The Line

Falling from the line
We take our fates in kind
With temperatures aflame
Blanketed in shame

I’m never meant to touch
Or stare at you so much
But god it happens still
Your beauty has instilled

Insanity pristine
A land without a queen
Fortunes made in lust
Creeping on your trust

A shadow on your face
Obscuring my disgrace
From heights I never reached
Virtues I never preached

Call it desperation
Or in exasperation
Breathe upon my neck
The whispers I suspect

Are all I ever needed
To you I have conceded
That doubt can go to hell
The taste, the touch the smell

Of happiness in you
Warmth beyond the crude
We’re bordering divine
Falling from the line







Always Winter

Scream a fake emotion
And before commotion
Takes away your stand
Make sure you understand

I watched you as you fell
And waiting in your hell
I found a piece of me
Beside your bitter tree

Falling were the leaves
Of all that I believed
Floating to the ground
With no one else around

To witness all I saw
To stand with me in awe
Of your spirits winter
To catch all of the splinters

And bleeding in the cold
The terror took a hold
It stripped away my strength
Through the winters length

I’m shivering beside
The river that I cried
The season never changed
Summer never came

And so I start a fire
Hazarding your ire
to break the ice of lies
still falling from your eyes