Your beauty hangs rotten like succulent petals that taunt the innocents demise
That's a lie, there ain't no innocence behind my eyes
And baby, I tried, but you got too many faces to hide in high tides
If I could love you any less don't you think I would have?
Don't you think I would've cut this beating heart from my chest and swallow my last breath with a cyanide chase?
These pills I take are laced with regrets that taste like you and leave me black and blue on the inside
All's fair in love and war so I made myself a ***** and fight battles in my core
I've been plucking 'she-loves-me-not' petals from a foxglove that's left me vomiting
I packed a box love so I can consume myself for lunch like the ouroboros eating its own hair
The fare's fair since I got dollar signs for eyes and my lack of spine nets me a discount.
I hope some day I'm credited for your self discovery, it'd be love-a-ly to be recognized as the ******* I've always been
I've slept with sin but her lipstick burns my tongue when we touch, don't even get me started on our *****.
If the world's a stage than I'm a discounted actor still waiting for his big break while tripping over his shoes
One too many tears have been shed for what might've been but we haven't done enough about what is
Can't help but wonder is his kiss tastes like blood or if that's just the poison talking
I'm a walking coffin with ether in his lungs and an ego no halo fits
Better off avoiding the saints since I'm sick of their stories and the gory details of my afterbirth existence bores them
Got two pistons pumping sludge through my brain like novocaine for the thoughts of my own self worth
If anything, I'm said one too many words a thousand times over again and I've been misheard and falsely incriminated for my bad grammar
I stutter and I stammer when I think of you, until I'm nothing more than a broken *******
Guess we're back to the ***** imagery again, not that either of us are surprised
I've always been a bit of a *****, but that was the post you'd chosen to hitch yourself to
Or at least it was once, now its just rotted wood and termites head banging to classic tunes

I feel empty and alone
Maybe that's the way it should be
With only myself left
To watch over me
I don't know what's left to say
I've loved you every single day
But love and life
Ain't got a whole lot to do with me
So I write another book
Take another job
Lose my ******* self
In the workahol
Another sleepless night
Another deadline to write
I'm killing myself
In the only way that people praise
Suicide isn't quick
Now it takes forty years
Eleven left to go, I guess

I set myself on fire like I’m Richard Pryor
I am getting higher than my love desires
I am not a liar, only tired, uninspired and rewired
I am firing syllables like bullets,
So the fullest of you can burst black and blue
What should I do, I turn into you
Subscribe to the pain, don’t worry it’s peer reviewed
Sniffing animal glue, becoming the wandering jew
And covering the hotel room with my residue
Hitherto you’ll grow into your interview
Live up to to your retinue
Sever the connective tissue between your issues
And taste the powdery mildew that’s infected us.
Trust issues don’t interest me, plus
If I’m honest, thus, I’m used to the treasonous
Since they’ve already pushed me under the bus
And left with too many topics to discuss
I’m bleeding pus on these pages
and I kinda like the way they resemble you.

I drank away the stars from the sky
Embraced the the absence of light
Ate the sun at rise
Lost the weight of the world
The full moon held my hand
When the cataclysm began
Torn asunder as oceans rose
To take from land our precious homes
Frozen ice to be our tombs
The life has stilled inside her womb
Silence kills where bullets fail
Incisions made to terrify
No wind left for us to dry
We've braced ourselves the best we could
To walk amongst the lot we've doomed
Our selfish ways to feed our need

I’m slicing my arm open to stick these bullets inside
So I’ll have ammunition when I look into your eyes
I need help getting over this hill of my own making
I’m quaking in my boots with every compliment your taking
Inject the ****** in my blood, it’s never never enough
Each smile like an ****** cloud handcuff
My hands and feet are tied together,
So I haven’t been able to weather this chase
My heart’s beating out my chest, losing the race
If I could slip this noose and escape in you
The love in my chest might finally ignite the spark
All that’s needed as the bullets rip me apart.

Everything I hear reminds me of you
And I kinda like the way you're riding my mind
Like you crawled behind both of my eyes
And made your home inside of my spine
I only wish you could hear it from my view
Every syllable is you, through and through
And the beauty is deafening.

Time and space both standing in place
I think I would like to hide there a while
If I may.

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?