I'd rather sleep now.
Opiates in my veins.
Powder in my nose.
Death in my brain.
What now?
Supposed to be so serene.
Sorry me, this isn't you;
be an addict; drink some booze.
Ill will appears soon.
Give me nine pills—
sheer thrill and impending doom.
So night can start at noon.
As all my lies confront me,
and the dust settles on my bones,
will your hands hold me
while my stomach purges its grief?
Can these demons be gone?
Saturday, February 12, 2011
Friday, July 16, 2010
I Am She
Her father's daughter
will abuse this pill until her stomach bleeds.
She will wind herself into a black hole of depression
to the point where she wonders if anyone can help.
Where is her mind? Where is her outlet?
One giant step to take, and she's not sure she feels any support.
Is she really better?
Do they expect too much?
False friends get her nowhere,
she has a friend in nobody.
She is a nowhere man.
She gets along in solitude,
and it's why she can't be left alone.
She really requires comfort.
The company she loves to hate.
Why is she so weak?
Is humanity going to save her sanity
or is it prolonging her demise?
When will she decide for herself?
When will she stop loving to be controlled?
something I'm not sure she believes in as much as I do
I guess we'll see who comes out in the end
but all I wish is that it could be together
don't fall behind or step ahead
she needs you
will abuse this pill until her stomach bleeds.
She will wind herself into a black hole of depression
to the point where she wonders if anyone can help.
Where is her mind? Where is her outlet?
One giant step to take, and she's not sure she feels any support.
Is she really better?
Do they expect too much?
False friends get her nowhere,
she has a friend in nobody.
She is a nowhere man.
She gets along in solitude,
and it's why she can't be left alone.
She really requires comfort.
The company she loves to hate.
Why is she so weak?
Is humanity going to save her sanity
or is it prolonging her demise?
When will she decide for herself?
When will she stop loving to be controlled?
When will devotion equal freedom?
Tie her up.
She'd rather fuck what she doesn't love,
it puts on a better show.
She loves the way you wrap her in restraints,
and frankly,
She'd rather fuck what she doesn't love,
it puts on a better show.
She loves the way you wrap her in restraints,
and frankly,
she's not afraid to bleed—
It's what happens when she's in love...
something I'm not sure she believes in as much as I do
I guess we'll see who comes out in the end
but all I wish is that it could be together
don't fall behind or step ahead
she needs you
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
My dearest
I'm starting to find out that you might not be so dear.
Your intentions don't seem so pleasant anymore.
Do you fuck someone else in your mind?
I'd be stupid if I said I didn't know who.
When you sleep next to me at night I lose security.
You're nothing you were before,
and maybe I felt this fear in the back of my mind.
I thought I was your only.
Who do you love more, baby?
Who would you rather fuck?
Sweetie, you gotta pick.
It's not just about you when you bring us into it.
Your intentions don't seem so pleasant anymore.
Do you fuck someone else in your mind?
I'd be stupid if I said I didn't know who.
When you sleep next to me at night I lose security.
You're nothing you were before,
and maybe I felt this fear in the back of my mind.
I thought I was your only.
Who do you love more, baby?
Who would you rather fuck?
Sweetie, you gotta pick.
It's not just about you when you bring us into it.
Friday, May 14, 2010
damn
It's this heart-sinking feeling
and the way mine is sunk.
I'm starting to wonder what is good enough, and I'm questioning if I was giving her my best attention. I don't get how things can move so fast, and I could have seen this coming if I was looking, right?
I didn't want to look out for this kind of shit; I didn't think it was necessary here. Questioning your whereabouts and defensiveness. Looking through your messages— why is it now I feel I won't be able to stop once I've started.
"Tell me, baby, what's your story, where you come from
and where you wanna go this time
and the way mine is sunk.
I'm starting to wonder what is good enough, and I'm questioning if I was giving her my best attention. I don't get how things can move so fast, and I could have seen this coming if I was looking, right?
I didn't want to look out for this kind of shit; I didn't think it was necessary here. Questioning your whereabouts and defensiveness. Looking through your messages— why is it now I feel I won't be able to stop once I've started.
"Tell me, baby, what's your story, where you come from
and where you wanna go this time
Tell me lover are you lonely
The thing we need is never all that hard to find?"
I don't know how this shit happened so fast.
I'm glad I can't think about it so much right now. Today is going to suck.
I don't know how this shit happened so fast.
I'm glad I can't think about it so much right now. Today is going to suck.
Thursday, May 13, 2010
When we breathe
The times when I lose my breath or when it's hard to take when one in, I know those are special moments.
It's when I'm breathing in to get high
and hitting Route 66,
when a car collides with mine,
cumming,
sucking down a cigarette,
crying,
thinking deep,
the breath after a long run,
giving birth,
shitting and,
dying.
It's when I'm breathing in to get high
and hitting Route 66,
when a car collides with mine,
cumming,
sucking down a cigarette,
crying,
thinking deep,
the breath after a long run,
giving birth,
shitting and,
dying.
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
and the point?
"I'm ready for the funeral"
and "if you are what you say you are... have no fear"
How long will a person wait before it's too much? I couldn't tell you how it feels to see everything you want within arms reach, but she's not there, and I feel it.
Am I afraid of what someone see's from what I write? No, I'm afraid of what my brain isn't seeing now.
"but maybe I'm just tired, tired of never knowing"
Where's that part of me that still cares about my future, I wouldn't be too fond of burning out.
"I can ride my bike with no handlebars"
somebody watch me flyy.
"look at me, look at me
Driving and i won't stop."
and "if you are what you say you are... have no fear"
How long will a person wait before it's too much? I couldn't tell you how it feels to see everything you want within arms reach, but she's not there, and I feel it.
Am I afraid of what someone see's from what I write? No, I'm afraid of what my brain isn't seeing now.
"but maybe I'm just tired, tired of never knowing"
Where's that part of me that still cares about my future, I wouldn't be too fond of burning out.
"I can ride my bike with no handlebars"
somebody watch me flyy.
"look at me, look at me
Driving and i won't stop."
Friday, April 30, 2010
Dreams Love Legs
Hey love, I'm so sorry.
Her porcelain legs fight my eyes,
and the way her auburn hair shines;
darling, it just makes her lips more tempting.
I've always been a sucker for big blues,
and here rests a perfect pair;
a duet of oceans.
I'll take a few steps back,
but baby this archer has range.
I'll fuel the fire,
and she'll continue to make the leaps.
What am I supposed to do?
I'm fighting this battle alone,
and it's no secret I'm far too into my head;
shoulda left those dreams in our bed.
Lover, I need to come home...
Her porcelain legs fight my eyes,
and the way her auburn hair shines;
darling, it just makes her lips more tempting.
I've always been a sucker for big blues,
and here rests a perfect pair;
a duet of oceans.
I'll take a few steps back,
but baby this archer has range.
I'll fuel the fire,
and she'll continue to make the leaps.
What am I supposed to do?
I'm fighting this battle alone,
and it's no secret I'm far too into my head;
shoulda left those dreams in our bed.
Lover, I need to come home...
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
No doubt
I'm not so pathetic anymore.
Everything is just going at a beautiful pace.
I'm looking forward to anything that could happen.
<3
Everything is just going at a beautiful pace.
I'm looking forward to anything that could happen.
<3
Sunday, February 7, 2010
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