Shadow.

Shadows permissable, now void of light.

Love grows invisible; in the night.

Memories hold, but still I found no truth.

What is real, and what is blue; the worst in me is you.

Gaining ground whilst withering away.

Blood boiling, miserable heart beating the day away.

God is known to me; like a chip in my tooth.

What is real, and what is blue; the worst in me is you.

Hatred and envy; they know me well.

What I have and have not; is my own private hell.

You could focus on better things; but you’ve been here throughout my youth.

What is real, and what is blue; the worst in me is you.

Withering away in the shade..

The hands I’ve held; the cards I’ve played..

Withering away in the shade..

No love, no hate..

Withering away in the shade.

Hell’s highway leads to heaven’s gate..

Withering away in the shade..

Hollow.

Hollow.

Hollow.

I guess I’m just a fool.

What is real and what is blue..

What is real…

Shadows permissable, now void of light.

Love grows invisible; in the night.

Memories hold, but still I found no truth.

Gaining ground whilst withering away.

Blood boiling, miserable heart beating the day away.

God is known to me; like a chip in my tooth.

Hatred and envy; they know me well.

What I have and have not; is my own private hell.

You could focus on better things; but you’ve been here throughout my youth.

What is real, and what is blue; the worst in me is you.

The worst in me is you. – Michael Ament

Enough.

Not enough.

Never enough.

Till I’m laid to rest.

In a coffin.

Claustrophile.

Food for worms.

O’ nature.. Everything I’ve taken; I give back to you.

Never enough.

So much existential pain.

(Never enough.)

Need a fucking drink or a Percocet.

(Never enough.)

Shot myself with too much to think.

(Never enough.)

Wide awake; can never blink.

(Never)

All laughs as I sink.

(Enough)

Is this the missing link.

It’s..

(It’s)

It’s never enough.

(Never enough)

Not enough.

Never enough.

Till I’m laid to rest.

In a coffin.

Claustrophile.

Food for worms.

O’ god.. Everything I’ve taken; I give back to you.

Never enough.

It’s..

(It’s)

Never.

(Never)

It’s..

(Never)

It’s..

(It’s)

Never.

(It’s never)

Never.

(Never enough.)

Not enough.

Never enough.

Till I’m laid to rest.

In a coffin.

Claustrophile.

Food for worms.

O’ nature.. Everything I’ve taken; I give back to you.

Never enough.

So much existential pain.

(Never enough.)

Need a fucking drink or a Percocet.

(Never enough.)

Shot myself with too much to think.

(Never enough.)

Wide awake; can never blink.

(Never)

All laughs as I sink.

(Enough)

Is this the missing link.

It’s..

(It’s)

It’s never enough.

(Never enough)

It’s..

(It’s)

Never.

(Never)

It’s..

(Never)

It’s..

(It’s)

Never.

(It’s never)

Never.

(Never enough.) -Michael Ament

Shattered.

I’m shattered.

I need someone to repair me.

To hold me.

To know me for what I am.

Molecular and transcendent levels.

To cure the sickness.

To fix what’s broken.

Don’t you fly away birdie.

Don’t you run away.

I’m not all that scary.

I’m not all that terrifying.

But I’m terrified.

I’m sick and tired of being alone.

I’m shattered.

Molecular and transcendent levels.

Translucent; yet no one sees inside.

To the fire, the undying light.

To the shadows; cast upon what’s right.

To the cold, cold mountain that I’ve become.

No I can’t change what I’ve done.

Don’t you fly away birdie.

Don’t you run away.

I’m not all that scary.

I’m not all that terrifying.

But I’m terrified.

I’m sick and tired of being alone.

Cast down and shattered.

Cast down and stepped upon.

Cast down and ground beneath it’s heel.

Molecular and transcendent levels.

And blown away with the wind.

To the fire, the undying light.

To the shadows; cast upon what’s right.

To the cold, cold mountain that I’ve become.

I’m shattered.

I need someone to repair me.

To hold me.

To know me for what I am.

Molecular and transcendent levels.

To cure the sickness.

To fix what’s broken.

Don’t you fly away birdie.

Don’t you run away.

I’m not all that scary.

I’m not all that terrifying.

But I’m terrified.

I’m sick and tired of being alone.

Molecular and transcendent levels.

Translucent; yet no one sees inside. -Michael Ament

High.

Because at once, you’re truly sober.  And you can never get high again.

Dragon’s tolerance heart beating loudly.

Damn my shit eating grin.

Schizoaffective.

Drowning drowsy; heart bleeding thin.

Drowning within.

Because at once, you’re bent over.

Fucked by life.

Ready to die.

At one with the sober.

Reach for the dice.

Ready to lie.

Drowning within.

Because at once, you’re truly sober.  And you can never get high again.

Dragon’s tolerance heart beating loudly.

Damn my shit eating grin.

Schizoaffective.

Drowning drowsy; heart bleeding thin.

Drowning within.

Because at once, you’re bent over.

Fucked by life.

Ready to die.

At one with the sober.

Reach for the dice.

Ready to lie.

Drowning within.

Because at once you’re truly sober.

Because at once you’re truly sober.

Because at once you’re truly sober.

Drowning within.

So fucking high again. -Michael Ament

Suicide.

Cry me a river.

Cry me a sea.

Cry me an ocean.

I wouldn’t believe.

You don’t belong here.

Not here with me.

My home, my haven, my mind; is craven.

Die with me or leave.

Trapped in endless solitude, a depression; compression.

Squeezing the life out of me.

Except for you, like petulant children, crawling in to the crevices of my brain.

You could be so much better, but you’re hateful liars.

Projection, deflection, dissection, destroy; destroying me.

Salgir river.

Blackest sea.

Cry me an ocean.

I wouldn’t believe.

You don’t belong here.

And neither do I.

My home, my haven, my mind; is craven.

Not much longer until I die.

Not your brother, not your lover, not your buddy, not your friend.

Just a means to an end; for you.

Tripping and falling over the same tired words.

Insults and allegations.

Yes I know you, you’re a curse.

Cry me a river.

Cry me a sea.

Cry me an ocean.

I wouldn’t believe.

You don’t belong here.

Not here with me.

My home, my haven, my mind; is craven.

Die with me or leave.

Shut up.

Die.

Man up.

Die.

I am righteous.

Die.

You are not.

Indignation.

Indignation.

Indignation.

Salgir river.

Blackest sea.

Cry me an ocean.

I wouldn’t believe.

You don’t belong here.

Not here with me.

My home, my haven, my mind; is craven.

Die with me or leave.

Try me. -michael ament

Talk.

Talk, talk is all you do.

I couldn’t care two shits about you.

Talk until your face is blue.

Talk until your eyes pop out.

Talk until the drool comes from your mouth.

Talk, talk is all you do.

Schizophrenic voices is all you are.

Think you’re real, but I know better than to take it that far.

Mountains climbed, and drowning in valleys below.

Depression and disillusion is my soul.

Fuck you.

Talk, talk is all you do.

I couldn’t care two shits about you.

Talk until your face is blue.

I know better talkers than you.

Don’t want you here, just wish you’d get a clue.

Talk, talk is all you do.

“Burn and die”

“Stop lying to yourself.”

“Die in prison”

“You’re worse than everyone else”

“Your phallus leaves much to be desired”

“Your position is retired”

“Off yourself”

“There’s nothing you can do”

Talk, talk is all you do.

I couldn’t care two shits about you.

Talk until your face is blue.

Talk until your eyes pop out.

Talk until the drool comes from your mouth.

Talk, talk is all you do.

Voices in my head.

Rotting in my bed.

Wish I could die instead.

But in spite; I live to cause you dread.

Fuck you.

Talk, talk is all you do.

I couldn’t care two shits about you.

Talk until your face is blue.

I know better talkers than you.

Don’t want you here, just wish you’d get a clue.

Everything is dumb to you.

Fuck you.

Fuck you.

Fuck you.

Nothing is real.

Just shit and corpses

Fucking absurd.

You’re my fucking voices.

Fuck you.

Fuck.

You. -michael Ament

Flames of hell.

Idealistic sacrosanct dispositions.

Fallacious righteous indignations.

One world, one mind; fucking bullshit expectation.

Who are WE, and what are WE to you?

Condemnation over miniscule disagreements.

God forbid; if it isn’t Jesus.

Come with sword to cull the hordes.

Shallow and unstable.

Myriad of ideological whores.

Fucking pick and stick with.

And stop your whining.

Destroying the norm.

Conforming no more.

My dissertation of distancing.

Dissociation.

Tracing the outline of my inner form.

This is me, and we are not WE; I’ll be damned if we revel in obstinate glorification of degeneracy.

Find a place to be; just anywhere but here.

And choke on your impotence.

Parsimonious, prostrate, predilect; pricks.

Sanctimonious salivating serpents.

Caged and deserving.

Wishing to be free, but enslaved to oneself indefinitely.

Pour out a drink for the dead, damned; dipshits.

Nothing more than NPCs; lost to their humanity.

Consciousness waning, oases drying up.

Pineal pinecone crystallized and corrupt.

Sucking down, consuming the stagnant waters.

Brain eating parasites; eating each other.
One world, one mind; fucking bullshit expectation.

Who are WE, and what are WE to you?

Destroying the norm.

Conforming no more.

My dissertation of distancing.

Dissociation.

Tracing the outline of my inner form.

This is me, and we are not WE; I’ll be damned if we revel in obstinate glorification of degeneracy.

Find a place to be; just anywhere but here.

And choke on your impotence.

Parsimonious, prostrate, predilect; pricks.

Elohim..

Elohim..

Elohim damn it all.

Plant the seed.

Wrist to bleed.

Sanguinity to feed.

The petulant children damn it all.

Consternation.

Consternation.

Consternation.

Destroying the norm.

Conforming no more.

My dissertation of distancing.

Dissociation.

Tracing the outline of my inner form.

This is me, and we are not WE; I’ll be damned if we revel in obstinate glorification of degeneracy.

Find a place to be; just anywhere but here.

And choke on your impotence.

Parsimonious, prostrate, predilect; pricks.

Elohim damn it all.

To the flames of hell. – Michael Ament

Hole.

Sick and tired.

Ennui and desperately disillusioned.

Mirrored neuro-apathetic contusions.

Driving me to distancing myself from my humanity.

Dissociation and death.

Glorification of nothingness.

Insanity.

And we’re it so easy, to accept this; be like them.

So content.

So blissful and ignorant.

I would maybe find solace.

Feel something substantial.

The cost of this despair is too much to bear.

I’m better off spitefully enraptured in..

Cold and mired.

Ennui and physically ill.

Mirrored my anima; choking down pills.

Driving me into a stupor of numb hindrance.

Dissociation and death.

Glorification of arrogance.

Belligerence.

And we’re it so easy, to accept this; be like them.

So content.

So blissful and ignorant.

I would maybe find solace.

Feel something substantial.

The cost of this despair is too much to bear.

I’m better off spitefully enraptured in..

In this..

In this..

In this..

Hole.

Deep and dark.

Frozen hearts and bleeding souls.

Truer words never spoken than those of utter disappointment.

In this..

Feel a part of something.

Or fade into nothing.

It’s so damn..

Difficult..

And we’re it so easy, to accept this; be like them.

So content.

So blissful and ignorant.

I would maybe find solace.

Feel something substantial.

The cost of this despair is too much to bear.

I’m better off spitefully enraptured in..

In this..

In this..

In this..

Hole. -Michael Ament

Suffocate.

Burn for me.

Fibrous crystalline matter.

Burn for me.

Notes of grass and leather.

Burn for me.

I’ll only say this once.

I wish I didn’t have to give you up.

Burn for me.

Habitual since 16.

My first was at 10.

No fucking clue, how am I not already dead?

God granted chemicals wracking my brain.

Flem thick.

Throat sore.

Eyes black and white like film noir.

So addicting to the point of adoration.

Throw them away, but never can I erase them.

Burn for me.

Fibrous crystalline matter.

Burn for me.

Notes of grass and leather.

Burn for me.

I’ll only say this once.

Your love is like a gun.

Burn for me.

So much wealth, lost to fire.

Ask myself, what is my desire?

No fucking clue, not a glimmer of hope.

More beautiful than lustrous dope.

Pale and sick.

Acrid rope.

Smelling of blood and tar.

Took it long, took it hard.

Sucked it gone, took it too far.

Burn for me.

Fibrous crystalline matter.

Burn for me.

Notes of grass and leather.

Burn for me.

I’ll only say this once.

The juice is not worth the squeeze.

Burn for me.

Waging war with my anxiety.

Waging war with my bones.

Waging war with crawling skin.

Waging war and wishing I was stoned.

Devil’s dick.

Trying to cope.

Metric ton of bricks.

Getting hit by a car.

The pain is only temporary, but it’s shadow leaves a scar.

Burn for me.

Fibrous crystalline matter.

Burn for me.

Notes of grass and leather.

Burn for me.

I’ll say this only once..

It was never all that fun…

Burn for me.

Smoke.
Smoke.
Smoke.
Smoke.
Smoke.
Smoke.

Burn for me.

Smoke.
Smoke.
Smoke.
Smoke.
Smoke.
Smoke.

Burn for me.

Smoke.
Smoke.
Smoke.
Smoke.
Smoke.

Smoke. -Michael Ament

Quote.

Most things in life are inconsequential.

The worst thing you could do to yourself is have expectations.

You lose the ability to compartmentalize and you end up hating and being inconvenienced by every little thing.

Life is too short.

We’re all going to die, we’re all eventually are going to be forgotten, everything we build, everything we destroy, will be met with an equal opposite force and be put back in it’s place.

I realized this not long after I became an adult.

I threw away my dreams, my ambitions, my desires, my ego, my expectations of myself and others.

Ever since I’ve been living in spite of it all.

Living for the present day.

Living for comfort.

Living for love.

Living for the small fortunes bestowed upon us by this glorious world.

This glorious creation of God.

Now..

I live for peace.

I’m manifesting memories and happiness.

That’s all I’ll ever want or need. -Michael Ament