The Perfect OneYou were lying thereSilentPerfectI couldn't look awayI graced you that nightwith my imperfect tearsAnd my childish fearsAnd I knew thendeath was somethingyou couldn'twait to see
Razor Blades pt2Razor Blades pt2Im Lying in the bedSheets stained in black in redWhy that surpriseThat look in your eyesWhat did you think the bracelets were for?I mean you're the one the screams were for!So I wouldn't/ couldn'tHate you anymoreAnd if you leave that's fineBecause I see you ineveryfuckinglineWhy are you crying?Is it because I'm dying?Or is it because of the medsLying on the bed?Take as many as you wantJust leave the reds
CreatureThey Skitteredacross the surfaceWe screamedbut theynever heard us
When its Gone...As I sit and watch the lights burnoutMy mind forces me to shoutWhat now?What now?What do you want from me?What can someone so littleOffer you?You who have everythingbut still finds joyin staring at the,paleemptyuselessMoonTelling methat I'll finduse for somethingWhen it's gone foreverBut how can IWhen the light never goes out?
Mr. MurderThe Trigger pulls backIt's my cross to bearOhIt's my cross to bearDeath rings in your earsAcknowledge butDon't live with your fearsFor life isn't the only thingI'm ending with this gun
RainThe rain starts and night stops, A sigh is heard and the window drops. The rain plays a mournful tune, that it is to scared too play at noon. The clouds break and the moon shines through, The crickets start there cheerful tune. Night starts again anew.
LoveI wake to darknessgrey never breaks inwhere to begin?What brought me here?endless fearFear is what brought me herelove is whats holding me backThey know how to make me crackyou know how to fix me backwhat to do?its to early to thinkcould I run?(run with a chain like yours?)should I stay?stay here and ignite the fearswhats holding me back?Love.
Only Shout(can you hear me?)are you loud?(I want to scream!)only shout(whats this all about)Im realyour real(when was I a fake?)Sleep never made you wake(maybe Im real when Im awake?)its to latedeaths a parlor trick so is fate(but fates to complicated to be a trick!)and deaths not?you think its simplejust to rot?(I want to scream!)...my its getting late(no wait!)waiting never helped(maybe it can!)it never will.
RegretI watch the moon rise an and the sunsetand find it so hard to forgettime weighs on my mindas you hand me your lineI push it asideand you start to chideon the verge of tearsI swallow your fearswhy do they taste so fake to me?you take in a breathit hangs in your chestit could be your lastbut I let it passand you take anotherand anotherand anotherand anotheryour now smoothering me with affectionI try to reject andI watch the sunrise and the moon setand find it so easy to regret
PastRevoke your “was”–Consign me not to “had” and “did”But rather “does.”I contain the infinite–”Contain,” not “contained”–And speak, soak, suffer, sitIn tongues newly-born that strainAfter mine and sense that my“Lives,” “breathes,” “dies,” “loves”Expand into multitudes greater than“Was.”
DownfallAnd in this dark harvest of seasonMy life has completely lost reason,For which or against to decide.All lost in a savage and endless, bleak tideIn sadness and in kindnessIn light and in darkness.In a boat made of hopeI shall sail to tomorrow,In a winding hurricaneMade of treachery and sorrow.There's a spear, endless, and colossal spear...Piercing, slashing though my head.Starting somewhere in heaven,Ending somewhere in hell.Fighting, burning, crying, crashing.Are the armies within.In my head they are all thrashing.On the heaven's and hell's whim.To be light or to be darkness.A perpetual array.It's not merely my choice,But the choice of the way.It's an option of the voice,It's a thin line of gray.Is it a choice forced by fate,Is it a pre-set time and date?Or a choice to which I myself sway?But here's our story anyway
."Nothing that I do will matter.As all things will merely shatter!"All my hopes thus darkness scatter,As it shoves me a decree.As it si
How to Live in 2015Be born. That’s the easy part.Beg for new toys or take someone else’s.It doesn’t matter. Being selfish as a child is normal.Being selfish as an adult is normal. Get dirty. Stop taking everythingso seriously. You’re going to die.Don’t worry, everybody does it.Don’t fall in love, love is not a holeto fall into. Run into love, headfirst.Bite your tongue untilyou can taste the word no.Give away your secrets under a pseudonymfor someone else to sell.Chop off your arms and legs to pay for college,realize tuition rates doubled.Get a degree. Find a job. Hate your job.Find a vice. Keep it closer than your breath.Find God in an alleyway.Lose God like a set of keys. Die and be reborn as a memory.Die and be reborn as an afterthought.Die and be forgotten.Repeat.
Giving ThanksThank you--to the manwho stole my innocence.(No amount of showerswill wash awaythe contaminationthat clingsto my soul.)Thank you--to the womanwho drained my self-esteem.(All of my bones protrude,my skinis a sickly yellow,my hair is falling outby the fist full,and my teethare permanently stained.Am I pretty enough now?)Thank you--to the manwho laid his hands on me.(Skin to skin contactscares the living hell out of meand I, honest to God,wish I were dead.I'm not worthy of love.)Thank you--to the womanwho abandoned me.(Just the mere thoughtof having a bond with someonesickens me to my core.The streets taught me morethan you ever could.)Thank you--to the girlwho abuses me every day.(You covered my bodyand my heartin scars.I had to carve a smileinto my lipsso I'd have something nice to look atwhen I gaze in the mirror.)
The DonorThe Doner 7/27/15I've had a good life.I have no regrets.It's time for me to die.What will be my legacy?These are things I wonder.How will I be remembered?Who will mourn me?Have I done enough?Did I appreciate the air I breathe?So I made a decision.A choice of the heart.When I die I will donateparts of me.Parts I hold dear.If in the future I can be helpfulto someone who is without - that willbe my purpose.My corneas, which helped me view beautyand ugliness in this world.I will give to someone who can't see.Maybe they have been blind all theirlife or maybe it's new and it kills them.If I can give them a glimpse of whatI saw then I will die with a grin on my face.My lungs ( although I had asthma and sufferedoccasionally when I was young ) couldbreathe new life into a child ora person with emphysema.Maybe they will be thankful for a second chance.And finally my heart. Which now beats fasterknowing my fate. I don't wish to die.But the cancer is coursing throug
Forgotten HallsAn ancient, sprawling maze to me,Familiar as I grew;It housed the rise of manyAnd saw the doom of few.Never did I stop to thinkOf those that came before;All I saw was my own path,My own tracks on the floor.And now I see it once againIts age making it new,Strangers faces alienThe air of nineties, too.I stood there when they tore it down,Laughing with my friends.Not once did I stop to mournThe era come to end.
HowlDemons in the Skyas they go flying by,I hide one insideIt tears me apartand swallows my heartI burst into flamesand forgetmyuselessname