I can feel it just beneath my skin
Bubbling and pulsating and choking
me from the inside
Just under the surface, under the ice
is a hopeless cold
trying to consume the last of my body
but this time I want to write something optimistic
so I square up and fight it
and I might well lose
Oh well, whatever happens is just prose

I know you hardly know me
You know I don't know you
I know you know what I was thinking
You know I know you do
I know you think that I'm presumptuous
You know I think that's untrue
You know what I want us to do
I know you want to too

If you know what I mean?  ; )

Feel the gentle roll of the deck
the splash against your fearful grin
Feel the endless expanse around you
the endless constriction within
Feel the water's pull
the need to give in
Feel it surround you
the cold against your skin
Feel the mounting pressure
the mounting calm
the beautiful dark

tonight i am miserable
and angry and lonely
but thats to be expected
isnt it
so i write something without pointless subtlety or care
as i settle in for another tonight
another tonight in this stupid heart
this broken brain
another drunken tonight
with unremembered conversations on the phone
with everyone who cares drifting further
trying not to let me notice
another shot please
tequila
with a beer chaser
with lying on the floor
bathed in my own disgusting, pitiful
melancholy


So here's to another tonight!

The flame's kiss
The blade's caress
The dripping, drooling, pooling, hot
Blood

It's the only touch
the only love
I need

everytime i see You.

Help!
There's a man standing in the mirror
He's got a mean grin
And a dorsal fin,
Blue tentacles
And cruel eyes
Though I don't know why he cries.

He has pointy ears, and horns of lead.
My haircut sits upon his horned head
Black hooves lead up to furry legs
Wrapped in my good skirt!
He's in my nice shirt!
(You know it, the one with the polkadots)
.
.
.
Must admit though, I'm looking pretty hot.