Madeline

by Noah Langlois

Whiskey soaked angel
strange and divine
Sublimely arranged
in satanic design
Assembled in flame,
in fire refined
Unkind and unstained and named
Madeline

Cocaine inhaler,
razors and lines
Craving for danger and wagers
and wine
Untamed behavior,
by nature malign
My unsavory savior, my dear
Madeline

The Angels

by Noah Langlois

i’m looking for the angels
who send me all their strange thrills
sell me all their pain pills
And leave me with my filled veins

i’m looking for my potion
my one and true devotion
that stimulating ocean
and erosion in its waves

i’m looking for that pure fix
that tried and true and sure mix
a girl with love in her hips
and lips with whiskey stains

i’m looking for that hard drink
that bottle where the marred sink
claw to shards their last link
and drive across the brink

Untitled Babe

by Noah Langlois

Babe, you are collapse
The toll of time elapsed
The beating tide that snaps
and cracks the back of fleeting bliss
The kiss that twist the soul
so cold it froze the heart
The bloody road to the fall foretold
Always the saddest part
You impart to me the tragedy
I see inside your eyes
Sunlight flees and oceans freeze
the moment you arrive
Darkness looms and sadness blooms
in the starkness of you’re smile
You are my tomb, my favorite doom
Babe
lie with me a while

Untitled Passenger

by Noah Langlois

I am the Eternal Passenger
I can flow forever on the worlds good vibes, but they never seem to stick around very long
I’m the holy fuck up
I plant flowers in hell, water them with kerosene, and cry when they burn to the ground
I’m the Absinthe kid
One day my liver will lead my body in revolution against me and I’ll die in my own vomit
I’m the final clown
The last son of laughter, long since lost to pathos and melancholy. I can’t think of a joke
I’m discontent personified
When I was in Eden I prayed for heaven, and upon my ascension requested eternal damnation
I’m the martyr without a cause
Someone build me a villain, I’m dying for something to kill and I’d kill for something to die for
I am Tomorrow
Imperfection is the goal of my soulless body. Control is dead and old and worthless to me

Loki

by Noah Langlois

What starts your beatless heart?
Emotion is the broken part,
You’re an old drunk man throwing a dart,
And hitting the bar wall,
Hoping it would fall.
You cold small porcelain doll,
Wouldn’t give a damn if I walk or crawl,
Or die in this forgotten hall,
I got a phone but no one to call,
And nothing to say after all.
So I just drink to you,
My slim and tall modern masterpiece,
In your thousand dollar gold silk fleece,
While I shoot up so all the pain will cease,
And you rail lines for the thrill increase.
But don’t worry, I’ll foot the bill,
One more stride ‘til I’m over the hill.
You couldn’t be bothered with who you kill,
So long as you get your daily fill,
And to our diets we add a few new pills,
But mine’s to numb and yours is for fun.
And I dreamed once that I could run,
Into the center of the sun,
And burst into a perfect flame,
And be a dark god no one could tame,
And I’d get all the money and fame,
And the world would never be the same,
But even then you probably wouldn’t notice me.