Dead Dreams.

Imagination sent to the gallows
By the force of your tongue
No quiet.
No quiet.

No daylight hour is wasted
Each little minute is consumed
No time.
No time.

The house of your babble
Never seems to sleep
No dreams.
No dreams.

My thoughts stymied
Frozen like bronzed effigies
No growth.
No growth.

Euphoric catharsis set aside
Like tea growing bitter
No drinking.
No drinking.

And love turns to loth
Like afternoon turns to night.
No dawn.
No dawn.



Любов,
Іванченко.

На Все Добре.

She said some things to me I couldn't justify
I go to sleep waiting for her to say goodbye
The sound of her voice makes me want to cringe
Exactly like I'm being thrown into the fringe
From the window of a moving car;
            The rush of wind.
            The hoarfrost isolation.
            All the fucked-up anticipation.
And I walk; disfigured and out of tune
My survival will be a tribute to you.

It's not as big a secret as you think 

Walk the streets wearing Malaysian mink 

I don't regret breaking from your vainglory

Simple sinecure is not an admirable story

I hope you find what it is that you're looking for

All those things you deserve and more

There is a vicious tone living behind her words
Buried deep inside; the objective comes out blurred
A bit of drama for her tell-tale life
This is how she expects to become a wife
Running around with a butcher's knife;
             The shine of your blade
             The imposed devastation
             All the fucked-up anticipation.
I shake my head; no resolve to this ruse
Just another echo of a desperate muse.


~Sorry Old Horse.



Любовий,

Іванченко.

We Are The Sovereign Shadows Growing Long In The Afternoon

Sun bleeding out on the curb tonight

Base thoughts racing through my mind

Evening dies in a maladjusted way

I'm drowning it out in a bottle of beer

A roar of laughter and a broken dish

Abruptly, everyone I love vanishes.

Night grows gelid like a winter pond

A blanket of stillness punctuates the world

The dark of night creeps into my skull

I'm drowning it out in a bottle of beer

And I lie here waiting for sleep to overtake me

But she doesn't want to give me the satisfaction.

I moved downtown to a private prison

With a woman and her dog

She's from the south and she don't take no shit

I'm drowning it out in a bottle of beer

I walk away from you with bitter in my blood

You play me so well; I'm a fucking disgrace.

Sun bleeds thick on the morning curb

Waking pulls me back through that other dimension

Broken-glass lives line the daily commute

I'm drowning it out in a bottle of beer

And I'm drowning it out in a bottle of beer

And I'm drowning it out in a bottle of beer.

~Blood red moon.

Love,

Ivanchenko.

Still Saying Goodbye.

Oh how I loathe you.

Lingering here on my thoughts

You are the smell of cookies

      Set out to cool.

I cannot have you as I once did.

Your smell wafting through this empty house

Is an unfriendly reminder how we now exist;

      Amicably at odds,

But alas, you are a wretched curse of my memory

I repudiate you all the more with each setting sun

      And the

Overgrown shadows of a past lofty and convivial

Now agitate my soul to inexorable upheaval 

We broke definitively to spare ourselves

Yet I cannot help but feel betrayed.

My heart still bleeds for you

      And

My bones still detest you

      And

I sing your praises even still.

Unspeakable torments render my dreams terrifying

You bathe in the heinous silhouette of cruelty

For days on end I am consumed;

      Will your future lovers be as bold?

      Will they be as vile or as deprave?

      Are they fit the task to deceive you?

Perhaps even more so.

What sickens me most is what I know;

I will be out-staged in ambition and in affection.

Your pockets will be lined

With the golden words of zealous love.

      And 

These obsessions are my torment.

What scares me most is

I cannot yet bring myself to love another

      And 

On this point my mind reels;

Could you e'er be replaced?

      Or

Should you e'er be replaced?

~Fuck.

огида,

Іванченко