a boy goes to bed
feeling tired and worn
he longs for some starlight
or the sound of a storm
but his thoughts keep him up
and the air is too warm
and the darkness just opens his eyes
and the darkness just opens his eyes

two eyes stare forward
into themselves
searching for meaning
or something that helps
but all they can find
is the concept of self
and the feeling of being alone
and the feeling of being alone

a vagabond reaches
the end of a road
his jacket is torn and
it's starting to snow
and now he is wondering
where he should go
and if he will make it in time
and if he will make it in time

the breeze travels lightly
with no place in mind
the lovers are loving
at no certain time
and the poets are sowing
the seeds of a rhyme
and no one knows what to do next
and no one knows what to do next

he watches her sleeping
sees the air fill her chest
the love he has for her
is all he has left
she wakes up and sees him
and they both know it best
that eachother is all that they need
that eachother is all that they need

I'm thinking of love at 2:45 am.
And all the while, your face
pops up in my memory like a flower in a meadow of weeds.
I don't think i know how to love but
When I see that certain smile upon
Your face,
My heart skips a beat
And my stomach does flips
And my hands get sweaty
And my mouth runs dry.
And if that's love
Then, God.
I'm crazy for you.

Burn me -
everything I have:
my lungs, my body,
my soul, my sanity

Engulf me in your flames -
along with my all:
my memories, my sorrow,
my happiness, my tomorrows

Leave me in ruins -
among ashes,
among matches,
and an empty cigarette packet.

Pour out the color
Pour out the fear
Pour out excitement,
Happiness, and tears

Pour out the patterns
Until the paint runs
Tell us your story
And give us your love

But be careful, humans
I fear I must say
It's easy to channel nonsense
In a nonsensical way

I could **** myself
I could
I could do it
Right now
It would feel good
Really
It would be relief
I will
Im going to
You don't believe me
I see it in your eyes
Do you dare me?
Dare me to take a bath in blood
To hang by the neck
Pull the trigger
I will
I would
Im a coward
Your right
I wont

I.
the cloud yearned to sweetly kiss the sea
for he reflected the colored sky  in his crashing waves
so the cloud could see her mirrored image was beautiful.

II.
the cloud lived in eternal sadness
willing herself to sob salty tears
a sacrifice to save the sea from emptiness.

III.
the cloud fell in love with the sea
because no matter how her shape or size changed
his waves formed a curved smile of affection.

Myths and rapid cycling
mood rings.
These are fabled love stories
from the
Book Of Lust.

Memories seen
from rotten eyes.
And all the maggots,
worms, and spiders.

That live inside them.

Truth is always near.
We just gotta dig for it.

For the truth is always
buried beneath lies.

Hate flows,
free through her blood.
Infecting every *****.

First,
with her heart,
then her brain.

A deranged, heartless *****,
with all the power.

Succubi.
Queen of Bloodshed.
Harlot of Satan.

Swing dancing murderers
& ball-room assassins.
Seek her out, on
the dance floor.
To, get a chance to Swing Dance with Lucy, herself.

Good men will fall down to evil.
Slowly dancing and stabbing  
pretty, young girls.
Under the noses of their wives.

To save their,
lost souls
from the belly of the beast.

Covered in their blood, sweat & glitter,
the Party Princesses are slain
by the Princes of Poverty.
Cause they weren't getting pity ******.