some jobs require brutal effort
the hammering of nails
stomping on the necks of “citizens”
vacuuming cash from the pockets of “consumers”
men assaulting women they "love"
me, i float gently towards my mission
colonizing the subconscious of this city

Consume me,
I'm left feeling so empty.
The chemicals,
They make me feel worse.

Undo me,
It's only my reality.
The chemicals,
Daddy was the first.

I feel it,
But it is only me
The chemicals,
Can't act "normal" for you.

Ignore it,
Very well if you don't see
The chemicals,
Reality goes askew.

Questionable nature,
Emptiness between my ears,
Lies of wanting me around:
Oh, how my feelings flair

Super commit dieing,
Reality won't stop
You gave me a needle,
Now I can make me pop!

door opened
door shut, then locked
first morning urges
body greets the dawn

toilet seat up
pants unzipped
waste tube carefully aimed
flow turned on

trickling stream
becomes rushed torrent
small splashes
leave no mark

on steep polished porcelain walls
water slowly turning
clear to yellow
light to dark

liquid waste
flushed down the drain
shows signs
of dehydration

advising body
drink more water
restart the cycle
of urination

If everything is going well
then something must be wrong

what is life
when love is like a knife
it can be so beautiful
but hurts more when it's dull

When I fall asleep for eternity
I think they might hold a wake for me
which seems unfair
as I won't be there,
but that's life
or not.

The loneliness consumes me;
I feel painfully numb.
All you humans, you scare me,
I feel so unwelcomed.

I wear the mask you make me
So what else do you want?
Now, do you like what you see?
Perfectly nonchalant.