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Matthew Marcucci

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ew. a nice song. =P [Apr. 17th, 2006|03:56 am]
Matthew Marcucci
Storm on the Horizon

Just like poison in convicted blood
This feels so right
Just like waking from an endless nightmare
You make day from night

You are the one
Who has revived me again
Unlike all the king’s horses and all the king’s men
My hands cry out to you
So I can say what I need to
To say that I need you

Just like getting up to watch a sunrise
You make hard times fine
Just like mourning a long lost ghost
I won’t be happy until I can hold what’s mine.

You are the one
Who has revived me again
Unlike all the king’s horses and all the king’s men
My hands cry out to you
So I can say what I’d like to
To say that I love you

And the light is fading
The tunnel’s getting darker
And I am here alone
Oh what I’d give for
One last day
Watching the storm, holding my one, my own.
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Another song i wrote, called 'Midnight Massacres' [Apr. 7th, 2006|02:52 pm]
Matthew Marcucci
A jewelry box sits upon her shelf
Embroidered with gold and all her wealth
She opens the lock, she’s craving more
A bloody ballerina takes to the floor

A bathing beauty, a blade so sharp
It has ended dreams and broken hearts
The time comes and she takes her knife
Walks down the street singing “Such is life”

Backstabber! Cold conniving dream killer!
Burying your angst inside of me
He said hello girl, she said goodbye boy
And she closed her eyes, took a swing
And he died

Target to target
Town to town
She’s stealing souls
To repair her own
Her eyes fixate
Upon me.
“If I’m not happy,
why should he be?”

Backstabber! Cold conniving dream killer!
Burying your angst inside of me
I say hello girl, she says hello boy
And she closed her eyes
And took a stab for life

Through my eyes she saw her life
Shadowed by pain and a bloody knife
The mistress of blades opens her box
One last time
Tonight it not for her soul,
Tonight it’s for mine.

Backstabber! Cold conniving dream killer!
Burying you angst inside of me.
I say hello girl, she says hello boy
And she closes her eyes,
Hugs her knife, and dies.
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red sun rises [Feb. 16th, 2006|11:51 pm]
Matthew Marcucci
Just take your hands upon my blade
And stick it in my skin
Anything to take your pain away

Inject the medicine into
My rotting flesh
As long as it gets you through the day

It’s a cold night
Colder in your presence
It’s a fiery sky
And this vision is relentless

The moon will be shining in the dead of night
The shadows will taunt me with a whisper
And I’ll bleeding on your porch in the moonlight
I’ll live and die for your cure

Tie me to a chair and beat me
Make me black and blue
Anything but to be here one more day

The disease is spreading
And there’s nothing left to lose
What will it take to make it all okay?

Fire reigns
And emblazons the blues skies
And you bleeding pains
Drip blood from your blue eyes

And the moon is shining in the dead of the night
The shadows haunt me with the past
And I am bleeding, outside of your home
I guess it goes to show that nothing lasts.

The twilight speaks to me
Tells me that it’s down hill from here.
It says, son, be weary
This path you walk is bloodied with fear.

So let’s sit back and watch a red sun rise.
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more stuff i wroteeee (this is where i put the things i like) [Feb. 7th, 2006|02:37 pm]
Matthew Marcucci
As the clock ticks backwards
Towards the hour of decay
The heathens in my sheets
Come and snatch me away

To the darkest night
Twisted skies loom overhead
The demon emerges
His eyes blood-shot red
He says:

O brother! Who hast traveled so far!
Don’t thou knowest where thou are?
I take a look around at the twisted hell
And there’s something familiar about my cell

Where did I go wrong?
How could I let this occur?
Now my mind has won.
And I’m diseased beyond cure
Infected by this rend
Will my nightmare ever end?

Waterfalling and screaming
As I rise from my bed
I get out of my coffin
And I hang my head

As the sun rises
And it burns out my eyes
I see a traveler buckle under
The Lord of the Flies
I say:

O brother! Who hast traveled so far!
Don’t thou knowest where thou are?
And though the sun’s rays are starting to creep
This traveler was still in a deadly sleep

Where did I go wrong?
How could I let this occur?
Now my mind has won.
And I’m diseased beyond cure
Infected by this rend
Will my nightmare ever end?

I can see myself through burning eyes
And I can see through your burning lies
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wrote it, had it on xanga. [Dec. 13th, 2005|11:36 pm]
Matthew Marcucci
She came to town wearing a dress of sin
She whispers, “This is where the sickness begins”
She sent plague! A claim! Of the end of days!
She engulfed my world in fire and said, “Pray for rain”
She's done, I'm done, and we're all done for
Elevator to hell and she's sealed the door

This is the story of a boy
Who sold his faith away for love

He awoke one morning knowing it was over
He screamed as he woke, “malignant tumor!”
And he bleeds! And he pleads! For the operation
But her laughter filled his body with a cold vibration
He's dead, his head is filled with poison
Elevator to hell and we're free falling.

This is the story of a boy
Who sold his faith away for love
She drank his blood from dusk till dawn
Fire and Brimstone from now on

And you said, “O sinner let me cleanse your soul”
But the blood on you hands wouldn't clean at all!

The blood of your father dribbles down you chin
And the blood of your lover fills your soul with sin
The blood of your mother forever stains your skin
And the blood of your lover fills your soul with sin

And you said, “O sinner let me cleanse your soul”
But the blood on you hands wouldn't clean at all!
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This would make a lot more sense if life were a soap opera.... [May. 1st, 2005|12:53 am]
Matthew Marcucci
live journal... you've lied to me. All these years I thought you were my real wife. But i've learned the truth! You are actually my wife's evil twin created from the freak cloning accident set off when J.R. threatened to shoot grandpa for stealing his daughter who actually was his best friends daughter who he helped conceive with another woman after lying to his wife saying there was no other woman. (She then, of course, proceeded to kill herself when the baby did not have her eyes, go figure.)

but I know something you do not, livejournal, I am not left handed!

and my true love is NOT dead, as you would have led me to believe! xanga is still out there! and i am returning to her. But first, i will set off this bomb that was given to me by Babe after she killed her 3rd cousin twice removed in the armory after being led there, seemingly to her own doom, by her ex-husband, Christopher, who was pulled into the mafia through an old commitment he made to Vinny when he needed someone to kill off his brother who was going to spread word about Chris's secret drug operation.

(good times... gooooooooood times...)

but, anyways, goodbye.



[Boom]
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(no subject) [Apr. 25th, 2005|11:57 pm]
Matthew Marcucci
something is missing, and no, i don't mean the comments :-p

i mean I just feel like something is... missing. But not just missing, lost. I've found myself looking around lately, waiting on aim, looking around when I go out, half-expecting a phone call from some long-lost friend... or something!

even a revelation. I've been waiting for one of those too.

i find myself searching the internet, but for what? I don't know. But whatever it is, it's out there

SOMETHING is out there, and it's just waiting to be found. Now if only I knew what I was talking about...




Am I crazy? The other day, i don't remember where we were, but I remember arguing with sean saying that if he truely was crazy, he wouldnt admit it, and by saying he's crazy, he wasn't. That thought obviously isn't original. But I have to wonder, how true is it? I mean, can't a man/woman know something is wrong?

what IS crazy anyways? Are you only crazy if you don't know you have a problem? doesn't that make us all crazy?




I think too much. My head hurts. I don't want to sleep, but ana and aashish arent on, which means no late night "wtf chats" or crazy 3 am asians.

::ramble ramble ramble ramble ramble ramble ramble::

Alright, I'm gonna stop thinking. My heads hurts. If you find what I'm looking for, tell me?
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(no subject) [Apr. 19th, 2005|05:35 pm]
Matthew Marcucci
[Current Mood |goodgood]
[Current Music |GreenDay - Nimrod - Haushika]

Don't you just love a good day?
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oh...man... [Apr. 11th, 2005|09:53 pm]
Matthew Marcucci
uh-oh, bad day.
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Time to change underpants.... [Apr. 9th, 2005|03:59 pm]
Matthew Marcucci
[Current Mood |bouncybouncy]

Wow. Yesterday (friday) was really good. one of the best days i've had in a while.

Ap was fine, nothing special. Got chem test back, 94, not the greatest but still good. gym was cool, although, i had a back ache later from running around while carrying lauren and vivan. Free period in chorus, made a new friend. BANKS WAS OUT. (as you all know) which really made my day. so aashish jason leo and i played handball. i got out of the math test, and got an extension on my computer programming lab. i slept through a psych video, and had an easy practice. then i go to stage crew and BAM! im doing lighting. And then ana's sweet 16 (which kicked ass)

goooood day.

very good day.

::so happy::
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