My thoughts are spiraling like Lateralus was playing again
I aim to win, only I'm not sure if I'm shooting straight
I got an ego like you've never seen,
only I've been suppressing it so long I finally earned my sir-name.
I think that means I can now complain about how everything is aflame in this war game between our pen names.
Or is that pet names?
You've got a piece of me that I didn't know I had given up
and I'm scared to death of how simple it is to crush
my very existence in the palm of your hand.
I demand a trial by keyboard, so the warlords I've adored can finally see my lack of spinal cord and my criminal record.
Death dances disco around me tonight,
as everything burns around me tonight,
and I just don't want to be around me tonight,
so why do you?

I pulled so ******* these strings
that I tripped and became the martyr.
Tangled up in thoughts of you
and the esoteric things you do
inside my mind are electric.
You're fire, don't ever forget it.
I'm popping another Ritalin
with a caffeinated chase
because I have too many words to write
when all I want to do
is pen another verse
for you to carry inside your purse.
Laying in the back of a hearse
I can't help but wonder if I'm cursed,
stuck in a bubble ready to burst
but what will come first?
Death or words in my heart?

I'm lost inside my mind and this is all still happening
I can't see the path I wave, that traffic's always blinding me
But something lost in time still screams
Both on our knees, the bludgeoning
Maybe floods coming rising in
Like neurotransmitter kisses.
My wishes still far from death,
Contentment feels like a ***** with whisky breath
I'm pissy whipped and that ain't auto-correct
Go ahead, take a guess
But what you think is not relevant
Just evident
And written across your frame
And the silences we neglect.

Scared of the scared grace of your stare
I would dare, but how does one admit they care?
I'm prone to over think things, though you paint me a blank
So the gun you hold to my heart never kills.
But it does make me hesitate.
Too late, and getting older everyday,
Maybe this is a crisis,
Like the way we felt screaming out lungs out.
There's a lot I never forgot but I lack the words to share,
But it's always been there, the face and the hair.
I'm trying to be a better person each day,
But I'm a martyr with a devil on his shoulder looking for a thrill.
If looks could **** then you'd be a massacre.
My sacrament has always been la petite mort,
and the words said between.
I've managed a poem with out mentioning flame,
so maybe I'm okay,
Oh wait...

I am a void that you can't fill
So just avoid me like a ****
But remember that where your breath dwells
I'm there as well
Between the beats of your heart,
the stops and the starts
Hear me whispering your name in the dark
Like the devil on your shoulder
Ain't no angel givin' orders
I'll be the face that you see
While he's got you on your knees
Don't worry baby,
Your secret was never safe with me.

Too many words, too many doubts
And they keep pouring out my mouth
All I have are the things I say
And these, too, will fade away
Like a sigh on the breeze
Or you screamin' on your knees
The memories aren't to be trusted
They're rusted and falling apart
My heart grows two sizes too big
I kid.
Maybe we are nothing
Already all that we're meant to be
Or maybe we're everything
But just too ******' blind to see
I've been experimenting lately with giving up
But I just can't seem to master the skill
I'm holding onto hell
And I'm loving every second
I feel alive, electric, slidin' through your insides
If this fixation is only in my mind
Then I'll pretend it isn't
And bury alive
All evidence to the contrary
It's a hari-kari type of existence
Pistons churn my stomach to mush
Quicker than butterfly nets capture beauty

My whole body shivers and shakes
with every word left unspoken.
And I don't know if this fire is because I'm broken,
but I desire the funeral pyre and a 21 gun salute.
It's kinda cute, isn't it?
This pain I put me through;
or maybe it's you?
But should that be subject or object?
I guess the truth is I object the coming car wreck on the horizon.
But I haven't slowed down, so what's that saying now?
I'll only have myself to blame
but it's worth the pain
for even another minute
or a second smile.
I can't help what I feel
or the quantity of it.
I just want you to know that I ******' hate it
and love it.
So when your lips slit my wrists
my last wish is that you dug it.