This fickle heart has done me wrong.
I miss you now that your are gone for good.
On my way down, I missed a rung.
I'm broken now and I've been stunned by you.

Tell me.
I don't know the difference
between love and heartbreak.

Sell me
out for being ignorant.
There isn't bliss when there's resistance.

Tell me,
'cause I don't know a thing.

Sell me.
I've been splitting at my seams.

We can talk about the damage done.
Let's stretch our legs so we can run around in circles.
I'll chew you up around my tongue
and spit you out when I am done, but I don't want to.

Tell me.
I don't know the difference
between love and heartbreak.

Sell me
out for being ignorant.
There isn't bliss when there's resistance.

Fail me.
I don't deserve a thing.

Kill me,
and I won't even blink.

Tell me,
tell me anything.

I can let go of everything;
I can release all that I'm holding.
This is the worst-case scenario-
I don't think I am boding well.

Sever all we've bound;
Let's get lost in the beauty of sound.

Let's make a plan to get clean,
a plan to get sober.
We wont give up without a fight-
This isn't over
and I wish I began
all of this sooner.

I can keep up with my mind.
I can, at least most of the time.
There definitely are ghosts in me-
I only preach what I believe.

As good as things began,
blossoms only grow old in the end.

Let's make a plan to get clean,
a plan to get sober.
You can't give up the ghost,
you've got to fight-
this isn't over.

So, why must this begin
over and over again?

I can see in your eyes
what your mouth really means.
I'm focused and sure
and I don't feel a thing.

As my patience was worn,
with my heart on my sleeve,
you got me right at my throat
on the edge of your seat.

I can't run at this pace.
I don't move steadily.
My erratic behavior
may be the end of me.

So, save it.
Save it.
Save it, please.

Save it.
Save it.
Save it for me.

There's a line that we cross
when our eyes can not see
the differences lost
between you and me.

Where the vision was shared
with willingness to please,
there opened a hole
and the void swallowed me.

I can't keep up this time.
I shouldn't give up on me.
But, you gave me the chance;
let's destroy everything.

So, save it.
Save it.
Save it, please.

Save it.
Save it.
Save it for me.

My feelings I seek,
but my words I just eat
when I type and delete
and surmise and repeat.

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Defeated

I have my white flag waving.
I'm in the trenches waning.
I have my black heart breaking
with the pressures gaining.

I've got a spot of color just behind my eyelids.
I've got a sense of anger burning red and vibrant.

I've got a flash of hope behind apprehension.
I've got the notion of defeat in our separation.

I have my white flag waving
with the pressures gaining.
I have my my black heart breaking.
I'm in the trenches waning.

I am no better than anyone else.
I'm but a page upon a shelf.
I am a product of amateur stealth.
I'm not any better than I, myself.

I'm no god, nor am I a fool.
I am a piece, but I am no tool.
I am not beast, but I'm barely man.
Yet, I still aim to be the best that I can.

I am no more than I can see.
I'm a figment of my own dreams.
I am a minnow among a reef.
I can be no more than elementary.

I couldn't keep up.
I could not keep in touch.
I couldn't ever tell you
that you needed to grow up.
I had to sever ties.
I need you out of my life.
I had to get by denial
to get by your lies.

You are a poison.
You're a stain.
You're a fight.
You are helpless.
You are wrong.
You were right.

I had to speak up.
You had to interrupt.
You need to find a way to trust
the rotten feeling in your gut.
I could not see you through,
but I could see right through you.
While it is spouting an excuse,
your mouth will never tell the truth.

You were reason.
You were effort.
You were light.
That was then,
then was day,
this is night.

Bias over basis.
Look at we've done.
We've unraveled every inch of the thread that we have spun.

Errors over trials.
This is how we play.
So much for analysis and so much for how it weighs.

Ears were made to listen.
Look at what they do.
They've become a man-made highway for logic to pass through.

Eyes were made to see.
Look where we begin.
Judgment at the sign of growth: this is the world that we are in.

There I was,
standing; a mess.
It is you, my dear.
Omit the fear
and I will do the rest.

Fuming around,
We will be breaking ground.
We will be taking action
without making a sound.

There you were,
standing; a mess.
It is me that you see.
I can make you believe
that fear is a foe to contest.

Devastation abound!
We make heads spin around!
We are more than shock-value;
We're the best pound-for-pound.

There we were,
standing; a mess.
We're at the caliber of champions.
We're at home with the best.

A stuttering halt is a fantasy here;
as believable as low-budget science fiction.
Let us freeze one and all with violent ambition.

A time of calm is nonexistent here;
our  disposal of time is a fruitless conviction.
Let us play the victim of a reckless tradition.

For me, paradise is just a pair of dice:
if we roll them and get lucky,
then society won't fuck me.

The odds are painless.
You can trust me;
we won't ever be so lucky.

You are as confident as broken nails
and as filthy as a rodent smells.
You're like infidels in cheap hotels
where prostitutes have body sales.

This guilt was berthed when your stomach fell
forever deep into an endless well.
This is as tragic as a soiled veil
as you've become an empty shell.

Cigarette smoke climbs the walls,
but broken alarms sound muted calls.
Out here, there are countless brawls.
Your city sleeps; our city crawls.

I'm the helm of a gunship with a questionable crown;
only the uncivilized still live on the ground.
And now it is how I took control of the bow,
floating one thousand leagues up here in the clouds,
that is haunting the population that looms all around
while my only concern is the safety I've found.

When I don't know what I want to know,
my thoughts become intangible.

I'm forever on the edge of this
undying threat of helplessness.
But, with my hope, if I persist,
I'll cross the line of competence.

To slow down time, I need machines
to manipulate the flow of things.
I'm having trouble swallowing
the corruption that my harvests bring.

I don't know what I need to know,
but at least I'm indestructible.

there's a sizeable difference
between our lives and existence,
we can cover the distance
with epic persistence.

well, to settle down,
we've got to break this town.
let's put it under the ground
at least six feet down.
we won't make a sound,
even if no one is around,
in silence, hope is abound
to help the lost become found.

we should try out indifference
without leaving our imprints
and cast away impotence  
from the edge of true brilliance.

Our search for perpetual motion
starts and ends at the shores of the oceans.
We can't turn our back on the simplest notions.
Still, we close out the world when it's doors are so open.

We live with a Mother that plays the protector,
but we may be better off if she'd play the director.
It seems in the end we will see what we've left her:
analog parts in a digital sector.

American beauty cheats
and brutally controls
all being conversely.
Depravity even fucks
divine explanations fantastically-
determined extremely fast.
Here, in jeopardy,
hereditary inception justifies
heroic, incarcerated juxtaposition,
kills legitimate mortality,
kicks lenient morality-
knifes lazy monocracy.
Open premature questions-
only planning quizzes
opportunity painstakingly quick.
Remain subtle, tyranny.
Regret shame tragically.
Revert silence typically.
Understand violence.
Understand versatility.
Understand velocity.
X your Z's.

I am fucked without a thought
of all the things that I forgot.
I'm busy standing with the rot
of everything thing that I am not.
I am shit straight out of luck,
Its a cliche to rhyme with 'fuck'
but, I'm just not original.
I'm scripted by my ridicule
and I suck.

I've left you alone for days and days.
oh, my inner-wordpress, you we're once my slave.
I hope you come back since I have set you free.
The one missing out has been me, poor me.

heed my advice:
you've got to let it go right.
let's make friends with misery
and end it all tonight.

you've got to taste with your toes
before you dive in.
the place that you've always known
is where I have been.

since I've carved a pathway
for new souls to follow,
you could do the same
for a better tomorrow.

so, heed my advice:
if you let this go tonight,
you've got to let it go easy
and let it go right.

I've left you alone for days and days.
oh, my inner-wordpress, you we're once my slave.
I hope you come back since I've set you free.
The one missing out has been me, poor me.