Killing Me Softly repeating in my head
thankfully it is now the only sound
I’m so sure that was what you were humming
as you crushed me into the ground

So now that I am so small and broken
I don’t know where to start
Perhaps as just a small token
You can start with my shattered heart

There is only just a fraction left
If you want to tear that apart
If you truly want to leave me bereft
That is where you should start

Why leave any small piece of me
That should ever feel such pain
For I feel any piece of me, you see
Should ever be left to stay sane

You have broken just about every bone
In a body that no longer has a care
You’ve taken your revenge against
blank eye,s that can only now just stare

As you break apart what is left
and try to revive a wasted life
As I curl into an even tighter ball
I’ll pretend I don't see the knife

I’ll ride the pain to continue to cling
to the only part of me that remains whole
The very small part of me you tried to own
But you will never have my soul.

It’s mine to take wherever I go
No matter how much of me you have broken
It’ll let you rip out my heart
as just a small token

27/06/2010

because honestly?
the way you've been sitting
staring at me all day
is making me antsy
I got dressed up
to go out somewhere fancy
but you threw up
upon your shoes
and your tie became too tight
until you turned blue
so I stripped naked
as I walked to the bathroom
you kicked off your shoes
so I assume...
We're not going out tonight?
Well alright
I'm down with turning the lights
down low, you're already wasted
so we'll go slow
Led Zeppelin Kashmir
is our background
we'll kick back until dawn
brings new beginnings
in the mean time
as is our domestic habit
you bring the incandescence
and I'll be your Rabbit

Breathe in, Breathe out
one, two, three
When I die
I leave nothing

you see?

I leave no words spoken
just written in time
They won't weather
on parchment
They will just disintegrate
as pixels exploding
All new stars appearing
will someday day be mine

And the pictures I painted
will be painted over again
One day when they are remembered
they maybe scraped back
I'll be remembered then

When I die,
I'll take nothing with me
I'll take no conscious thought
or fundamental memory

I'll take no decisions
that affect my past
I'll take no hatred
because at the last

All I have written
all I have painted
all that I wished
in innocence
would be tainted

When I die
it will just be me
*my couple of regrets
and a million subconscious
memories