joannie, tom, and berry's kids

there's a certain violence in my memory
creeping past the doorknob door
crying through the hallway mirror
i look and see my face so dry
there's a special girl flying on wings
dropping feathers on the giants
they fall so slowly outreached the time
my mind is wasted through a tube
seeking out many reflections now
no one spoke of hanging nails
through my palms bleeding slowly
her mouth wide open spitting verse:

joannie, tom, and berry's kids
playing on the old man's hill
throwing stones right into cars
sleeping underneath the stars
there's a certain time for killing them
you take on slowly in their bed
and slit their throats from crying blood
a special voice lies in my head

there's a certain violence in my memory
shooting out my head brain cells
i went out looking for a world
and came back shooting at stars
now that special girl has disappeared
roaming though past my thoughts
she comes home when it's all been done
she comes home and then she dies
sleeping out my unfilled dreams
turning sleep into my wake
i searched out for another world
but nothing comes from nothing
(what else?)

-winston campbell-