The chains which bind me
to this body of leather
restless and tired
flame with no fire -
I wonder whose eyes
glare upon my soul...

there is a river in everyone
some flow fast and some flow slowly
some are dry some are flooded
but no matter what it will leave a path
even though someone may lose their way
they have a river to remind them of where they lay

it doesn't matter what we do
just as long as I'm here with you
we can sit in silence all night
and you'd still turn my world bright

when I can't see her smile
it's like the tunnel gets 100 miles longer
and it gets harder
to see the light

I see her in the hall and my heart
flutters
I can't get enough of her
cherry lips
button nose
tigers eye stare
she is the reason I glow
she is the reason I love

A tired delirious mind in a warped reality

It's a bad dream
the feeling of being stuck
inside a latex suit
pushing to get out
in all restricting more
impossible to break free

that's my reality

As November rain kiss my skin
all my lustful sin
made whole again
stuck in November pain.

The smell that brings nostalgia.
strong and sweet.
**** and soft.
we all have a sent that bring you warmth.
like when you would play all-day
and dreams became realities in your mind.
there's a smell of home.
strong and sweet.
bitter and warm.

feeling of warmth grow into mine
makes my icy skin melt back to life

I'll try my best to explain
stuck
in between two different people
smothered by ones dread and anothers hope
how is it that I dream to rot but I yearn to grow?
what makes one's life softer yet exhilarating
losing myself in the depression of one
and finding joy in living in another
the words don't fit  
so I cannot explain

Everyday
The same
There's no way
these things could change
The pain of today
rolled from yesterday
and the big way
they say life changes
is just another excuse
for saddened people

to survive

I felt my bones shift to fit yours
as your body constricted mine
I think I left my heart outside

Soon I realize.
my body was never mine
sustenance for your hunger
inside my own slumber

My ribs fluttered out, in a painfully slow motion
the tar sea poured down from my heart
Buzzing wasps swam
roses bloomed with bloodlust thorns
and fairies sang, my song of doom

Put your metal in my mouth
Feel the pressure on your chest
Pull the trigger and try your best
Not to make such a mess

The skin peels
slowly and vigorously
a soft reflection of hope in the flesh

The pressure
weighing
in
   The sky
sinking
thin
   The body
hurts
acetaminophen

The way it spreads its disease around me
clouding my vision
many mistakes put onto my soul
the dreams they terrify me
how could i do those things
it hurts
because that's the real me
maybe it's protecting me
from the things they want to show me
am i not ready
i am not whole

fabric of skin unfolds
to make my memories
    old
my heartless cave
  filling with dread
    cold
Time bending around me
  everything blending into me
    mold

The water rushes down my face
the soft glow of the overhead light drenches me
I am not my body
I am not my mind

Dread sets in
my mediocre life
replaying
regretting
living

homegrown and beautiful
wanderer through the night
her lack of sunlight
pedals become dull
creatures of disturbance
they want to eat
the beauty for their service
homegrown and beautiful
never seen the rain
beauty never knew
the wonders of drugs
creatures promised her fun
homegrown and wilting
beauty damaged
wonder the night

there is a river in everyone
some flow fast and some flow slowly
some are dry some are flooded
but no matter what it will leave a path
even though someone may lose their way
they have a river to remind them of where they lay

Fingers soft like honey
words that sing a tune
my baby doesn't love me
and neither do you too.
I'm bleeding shades of red
and my wrists are all black and blue
oh honey what'd you do to me
i've become oh so blue

math class smells like rot
but i never gave it a second thought
for i live with dead bodies in my brain
and i will never be the same

whats the point of my existence? why put a pebble in a stream full of fish

We don't talk much anymore
we'll watch as the clock hits the floor
as time is slowing
theres nothing showing
but a small clip of your life
and how you killed out of spite
try and fix it all
we'll watch as the world starts to fall