Ryan [coma, here I come]

The Boy With Bricks For Brains.

Does it help to know that you've one?That I'm in ruins?Sweet girl I should've payed attentionbecause now all of this is more than I can afford.I'm walkingbut that's all I've got babyI'm breathingbut i...
Posted by Ryan [coma, here I come] on Wed, 02 Jul 2008 12:33:00 PST

Baby Sing Me Something

Baby sing me somethingA soundtrack to the destruction of this empireThe empire that we built on hope and faithand cheap red wine[we're all running out of time]Tonight I'll watch the buildings falland ...
Posted by Ryan [coma, here I come] on Mon, 30 Jun 2008 01:51:00 PST

The Hardest Question In The World.

Was the drive worth the car crash?all the broken hearts and broken glass?It's caught up now.I'm broken down.You left me speechlessand I left you strandedMemories I shouldn't speakLeft the marks on you...
Posted by Ryan [coma, here I come] on Wed, 25 Jun 2008 01:00:00 PST

When you never recognize the mirror.

Half the time my brain won't work right.So I confuse water for air.Deep deep breaths.[just leave me the way I was left]Interstates and fatalitiesand fatalities on interstatesI'm like driving down a on...
Posted by Ryan [coma, here I come] on Sun, 15 Jun 2008 07:14:00 PST

The Long Drive Home.

On the drive homeWhen your lips touch hisKnow I'm praying with all my heart, that his car flipsBecause then we'll see(then we'll really find out what this guy is all about)Just how long he staysWhen a...
Posted by Ryan [coma, here I come] on Wed, 11 Jun 2008 01:03:00 PST

The Emergency Room

In she slips, like an I.V. dripstraight into the streamShe's a scalpel to fleshand like a blood testshe's taken part of meStitch by stiche she fixed a ripjust to cut a new oneMy cancerMy cureI'm for s...
Posted by Ryan [coma, here I come] on Mon, 02 Jun 2008 04:40:00 PST

The Truth Be Known

Hear! Hear!Let the truth be known!From ear to mouthAnd Ear to mouthLike a game of telephone!So fire firstThen ask me when I'm dead.With a blanket of leavesOn pillow of dirtIs where I'll lay my head.A ...
Posted by Ryan [coma, here I come] on Tue, 27 May 2008 10:43:00 PST

A Sunday Drive To The Junk Yard.

She's been using a machineto keep herself aliveit's always been her secretbut now her secrets mineMetal intertwined and twistedi'm not sure how it worksbut she prays to God it does its jobso she never...
Posted by Ryan [coma, here I come] on Sat, 24 May 2008 12:57:00 PST

Theres Only One Thing In Jersey I Care About.

I watched the sunrise through the strands of your hairand wondered "how long can I hold on?To this angel next to me,beauty wrapped up in my sheets"Let me give your heart a reason to beatwake up it's m...
Posted by Ryan [coma, here I come] on Thu, 08 May 2008 11:56:00 PST

Isis, Hear My Plea

I've been weary for awhile nowand my body begs for sleepbecause i've stayed awake for 30 daysto save myself from dreamsand reoccuring nightmaresthe always focus on your faceso doctor doctor give me th...
Posted by Ryan [coma, here I come] on Sun, 04 May 2008 04:18:00 PST