"Past the PSR (Too Close For Comfort)" by Jacob Hunter

Past the PSR (Too Close For Comfort)


I wanted to see you one last time. But it was to no avail. I tried and tried but only caused; the death of your innocence. Burning in the darkness; Fire without sunlight. Screaming, without the thrill of knowing why; You left us alone. How could you leave us all to die?

My life was filled with malice towards others; smothered by hate and greed. But my heart has indeed ceased the bleeding. My life can continue; to fail or succeed.

In this life; All I see is blatant hate. The pain is shredding the world from the inside. Why won't he send someone to set the world straight? We need a leader, we need a friend. Most of all we need a mentor; Give us a savior we can comprehend.

I braced the unset. In this world; We are angry. We are false. In this planet; I see the end of us all. Set us in the right path; Make a decree; fix this world of hate. Stop this useless wrath.

Before the end of my life; I want to spend it all with you. To see us grow older; as they have been able to do. They fall in love, they live their lives, they die. This is the way your life will be. But not mine.

Embrace the unset. Set this world straight. Live your life with the one you adore; Before devastation shows up at your front door.


Lyrics by Jacob Hunter aka Nela Shalava
Written March 2009

"...But a Number" by Jacob Hunter

…But a Number


This is...
This is...
This. Is. So unbelievable
It’s recognizable
Like I haven’t heard that before
But it’s not just that
Oh, Wonder why
Cause it's just those seven specifics, right?
Can’t be THAT hard
Can’t be so easy to believe...

Sound can travel
Oxygen is lower than before
Dug my face into the gravel
Though I try…

Wake me up!
Gonna suffocate soon…
9-15-07 showed me that you loved me
Wake me up
(you truly loved me)
And still my feelings baby
Still the blood in me
Crossed over to a whole new world
A true sensation
It’s sensual
So I need you no longer
Stick it to ‘em
Stick it to ‘em (yeah)
Stick it to ~+~ the ones you said you loved

This aint no social connection
Don’t shoot if there’s no where to run to
Ask them, and trust me, they’ll tell you
They all know it’s true

They know your heart
Crashed and burned
Boil the blood in you
There’s only one thing they need to know…

I’m not making your choices
And I’m not making you choose
Small incision left behind you
A single drop on the tongue
One needle in the veins of you
Little did you know it was poisoned


Lyrics by Jacob Hunter aka Nela Shalava
Written in 2009