Come with me darling
Let's leave this place behind
Let's pack up everything and go
It's just a little cliché I know.
So let's leave without our sanity.  
And swallow cyanide at afternoon tea.

A hippie girl
With a skirt that twirls.
The silver moonlight
Making grass blades shine bright.
Woods that cast shadows
On the forest floor.
Grazing cows
Who want nothing more.
These are the things
That set me free.
And set my mind adrift
On the slumbering sea.

I’m your 5-minute cigarette break,
Ghosting across your lips as you breathe me in.
You set me ablaze and use me, abuse me,
Until neither of us can recognize who we are anymore.
You’ve tried to quit me, to forget me
Among the discarded piles of ash.
But the scent of smoke lingers
even after the fire dies down:
I know you’ll be back for more.
You may hate me, but you need me.
After all, it only takes a match and a kiss
For both of us to feel alive.

breathing
    swimming
        floating
             sinking
                  drowning
                      dying

I dont know how to undo what ive done
The click of a button and suddenly I'm lost
Sweating and swearing wanting to run
Wishing there was a way out of this mess..

Soon you'll know just how i feel
The suspense is killing me... waiting...
My mind is spinning i wish this wasn't real
The seconds turn to minutes.. hours.. and days.

Why haven't you responded? Was it really that bad?
Love isn't such a terrible thing to confess...
But now I've lost the only friend I've ever had..
What is wrong with me, I should've left it alone.

Now years have gone and i cant get it out of my head
Searching for you and praying that you return
I take back everything I ever said..
Tricking my mind to believe the feelings are gone.

You're gone for good there's no denying
Funny how its a pattern.. people leaving..
Now wondering if all along they were lying
Just to torture you with their friendship...

I don't know how it came to be
To have so many holes in me
But here I cry
By and by
Bleeding from the heart
Where so many rivers start.

I cannot explain
This inexorable pain
As I cross this river Styx
Wondering how I'd come to this
But here I am
****** and Dammed
Crying cold tears
Wondering what fate nears.

I remain here with the ferryman
Wondering how I was ever a merry man.
Crying my tears of blood
Just as any man would.
Touched so high in grace
****** for all my race.
So burning is this torment
Yet cold, silent, and dormant.

But I am no betrayer.         No, Not yet
No sin increases my fare

Charon does not bring me to that gate
But rather back home to finish my fate.
For I am not dead
And it is not living that I dread.
I have only been shown this torture
So I may avoid it in future.
I have no place in that weeping forest
Just as Dante, I was but a tourist.
But so my sorrow deep and cold
Should not permeate into my old
But rather it shall remain
a past pain.

O I shall remember
these such foul members
But it is that which makes me
Not breaks me.
These are that which become me
For I shall not succumb to these.
And so these folds shall make me
stronger
Till I feels these holes,
These rivers in my heart,
These tears of blood,
This passing of the laurel,
These faults within my ore,
No longer.