Let the spiders eat me away
i'm not finding life any less constricting that the webs they lay
Life is too short anyway
whats the point in adding more hope to the already bent tray
I won't find joy in pretending to be okay
I won't find myself counted with the pretenders who pray
that one day they'll wake up and be what they say
Instead i'll thread the waters of life's turbulent bay
with the thought that everything will end at the end of the day
i'm more that happy to live and die this way

Summer's nice
With the air outside
But the breath in me
Is potentially
The warmest thing
That could even be
Heavenly sweat and green
And helps me know that I'm still living

Sophie
You lovely
There's a rainbow in your eyes
There's  no darkness
That surround you
Even in the rain you smile
You are beauty
There's a glow upon your face
Your heart is so amazing
It has tamed the beast in me
You alway's sing a love song
To make me see the truth
I wish I  had the power
To see myself in you

rich body
poor body
under the sand one day will be your body
after days of standing in the store sobbing
about the price of milk and soap and coffee
a heap of flowers with a tomb stone in the middle
your name and date in polshed granite scribbles
For what is a grave
But a man and his perceptions
a body with hands cracked of services rendered
forget long lines at shopping mall centers
because under the sand none of that will be remembered
then days of your thoughts will be ages away
and the grass and thorns will weather your grave
so rich man, poor man, master or slave
from deep into the future or way back in the day
opinions are futile and will fade with your name
so don't be too proud of the inventions of your mind
For when you leave they will soon follow behind
though the world will be there for us humans to criticize
Eventually every word will be buried inside

Happiness is a state of mind
In my weakness I've always seen it as a finite resources
Light in the distance
Before the light switches  off again
Its possible that it sub-lets only a small apartment in my entire body that is pleagued with damp sadness
In my happiness
I sit and wait passively for the season to pass
These flowers grow in vein
And will mature and wilt again
These crisp leaves will wrinkle and flutter to the ground
Before the next season comes around
When I'm standing under the spotlight of my happiness
Looking out into the darkness that surrounds
The silent black sheets seems infinite and everlasting
And I know the future will teach me what exists there
As happiness is all but passing

IN THE SEVENTH HELL

On your left
KANE
Now reeeeborn

On your right
THE UNDERTAKER
Reshssurrected

In the middle playing the fiddle
HORNSWOGGLE