Little hands.
Like mother.
And a cheeky smile
Like me.
I'm so proud to be
Your father.
No-one means
So much to me.

isn't it ironic that happiness is
something humans need?
We spend our life
looking for it.

The definition of happiness
is different for each of us.
For some people being happy
means love themselves.

For other people being happy
means being rich.
And for other people death
is their only happiness.

(m.v.a)

Carcinogenic gasps
between photogenic thighs
create esoteric muscle movement
that moves me inside.
Your parents are therapists,
and mine choose not to be alive;
the words they say
don't work for moments we hide.

Jesus Christ before the sunset rust,
if I'm so alive
then why do I lust
absence.

There's a place
where I'd like to drown
every Saturday.
The water's warm
and thick in my lungs
and I'm no longer afraid.

Colliding with epinephrine,
your neck thrusts forward;
you kiss the steering wheel.
"Do you know
how much
you mean to me?"
Your eyes meet mine  
before disappearing in the glass mist.
I love you.

The addiction: Imagine a place where you could escape from the place where your source of pain first began; Home.
Me: This sounds quite extravagant. How come I’ve never heard of this place?
The addiction: You have my dear but it wasn’t advertised as what it truly is. You see the escape is drugs.
Me: How do I get to this amazing place?
The addiction: It’s easy you just have to stay committed. But like most things there’s a price to pay.
Me: How much?
The addiction: Not how much. It’s how far you will go to stay in this paradise.
Me: Just the drugs?
The addiction: Yes, just sign your name on the dotted line.
Me: Okay. (Signs name)
The addiction: Your free now do whatever you like, but just remember it’s our little secrete. I have to go now but enjoy your stay. And remember you can always find your way back home. You know the way