My worthless desires
are heartless admires
that burns through my soul
like California forest fires.

They kiss my lips
and make me shake.
Squeeze my mind
and make me hate
the world in which we live
that's filled with hate.
Where everywhere we turn
losing our soul is at stake.
Either to someone's selfish wants
or to society's expectations that haunts our every thought.

My worthless desires
are heartless admires
that burns through my soul
like California forest fires.

They hold my hand
and make me follow
the things that shine
which will make me shallow
with such an urgency
that I lose my shadow.

My worthless desires
are heartless admires
that burns through my soul
like California forest fires.

Hurt people hurt people
It's all that we seem to do.
Sometimes I wonder
Will we ever learn people?
Because there are way too many
Hurt people.

As strong as love is
We say we love people.
Things change and get
rough and tough
Then we abandon people.
Instead of working it out
to become better people.
We get lost in our
Emotions and thoughts
And become bitter people.

We seek out other people
To feel loved again
Hoping for a redo
Something like a sequel
only to realize
When it's over that we've
Become more scared
And tainted people.
And the cycle continues.
Until we can no longer
Trust people

I have no idea why
Hurt people hurt people
The very act is oh so feeble
To love each other equal?
I doubt we ever will
As long as hurt people
hurt people.

Even religious people
can hurt people
they find God's love
and think they can judge people
Like there isn't any evil
Going on inside that cathedral
Like they've forgotten what it's like
To be amongst the struggling people
Yeah, prayer changes and helps but
We are all the same people
sane people
Living in an insane world
Filled with unanswered questions.
Which is probably why
We can't be peaceful.

I will never know why
Hurt people hurt people
The very act is oh so feeble
To love each other equal?
I doubt we ever will
As long as hurt people
hurt people

So as I sit at home alone
And peer out of my peephole
I wonder what has caused
All this evil
That makes these hurt people
hurt people.

Dark rooms and locked doors.
Broken men and heartless ******.
Roam these halls in search of love
without their drawers.

We met at the end of the hall
In a room that was all white.
She wore lace that was off white
from a store I had seen her in last night.
Her beautiful smile was all white.
Mine was kinda off white
from the chain smoking stressful nights.

We sat on a bed with sheets that were all white
And stared at lines on white china
that rest on her lap
that was off white.
Fornication is not the intention
in which I forgot to mention.
As the night grew colder
and we relieved all our tension.

All night
All night
all i see is all white.
All I see is all white.
Nothing can be all white.
Everything is off white and
someday our minds will know
what is right.

We conversed
About our anxieties and the evils of our minds
What we seek in life
and what we do
with our time.
How we've each found love
and how it lost its shine.
How without that shine
We have lost our minds.

Without our minds
we've become emotionless zombies
to society and lost in time.
This is why both of us are here.
We've forgotten love
And given into fear.
In an attempt to somehow
get our minds clear.

All that is pure
Is what that is all white
And If I am sure
I have been here all night.
Our lives have been compromised
by what society deems right
So we drown out our pain
Until everything is all white.

All night
All night
all I see is all white.

In my world she brought life peace and serenity/for her I've gone crazy and don't know what's gotten into me.

In the world we share she walks this world a trapped soul. Her evil ways has blocked out my sun rays of life
looking for someone she can mold
Or someone to mold her and hold her
And take away everything who she thought she was.

Her mind and her soul will become encased in a box full of hate for herself. And the name that she thought her parents gave to herself will be lost in the wind. Until it rests as cluttered dust high up upon someones trophy shelf of lost causes.

I lost my cause for life when I decided to pursue you/ walking through life with no effect/ scared as **** that i wouldn't have you. Now the only thing that's left is a handful of regret and a mental picture of you.

So as I stitch together my shattered being from this puzzled affair. I drop my heart into a cement chest so that it will never tear. So when the lightning strikes beneath my feet and wakes the beast who always sleeps. I hope it cracks the ground beneath your feet and take you straight to hell.

Because in my world she gave life peace and serenity. For her I've gone crazy and don't know what's gotten into me.

So as i write and rhyme all these things that make me ***** and whine. I try to take the time and think about my problems because I know I've got mine.

It was the muse that kissed the *******
And turned his inner pain into happiness.

A face that often frowns turns upside down when she comes around.
Clothes rain to the ground
And screams of pain and pleasure
become hard to decipher.
Its not insane he found inspiration in her
they found love in their pain.

****** bitten lips
Ripped out hair follicles
And hand printed bruised hips.
He grips her curves
Like wet tires when they swerve.
She grips his neck
Like she is trying to pinch a nerve.
He grips hers to make it feel better
to make them feel light as a feather
hoping that they die
And drown in each others nectar forever.

It was the muse that kissed the *******
And turned his inner pain into happiness.

She didn't need him to romance her much.
When their eyes meet its as if he's tranced her
When he touches her
Kisses her
and loves her she summons a flood.
As if she was a rain dancer.
The face of an angel with a heart
Of cold marble.
Their love could only be partial
Even though they get so close
Their hearts are separate like
Stones of cobble.

When she leaves to pursue herself
She traps his mind and heart in one grip.
Not for a moment but for a very long trip.
His inner pain returns and his invisible tears begin to drip.
In the form of flowing life
From his masculine wrist.
He wonders will he ever find love
As strong as this lust?
Will his inner pain allow him to generate trust?
Or will the pain cause his heart to erupt.
Leaving a more heartless being.

So when they want to know what happened
Just let them know
It was all an accident and
It was the muse that kissed the *******
And turned his inner pain into happiness.

Drunken letters
Escaped her mailbox
Like ruffled feathers
And saturated at her feet
As if it was flurry weather

What we use to be is
No longer there
So I've written down my wrongs
To try and make it fair
And my everyday thoughts of her
As well as what we use to call love
Is what I am willing to share
Even though my tactics are rare
It is what's going to strip me
Of my insecurities
And leave me bare

God I hope
I wish
I pray
That she reads my drunken letters

I see my letters like flares
Gaining height in the dark
Hopefully they are bright enough
To get me somewhere close
From a far to her heart

They contain vast descriptions
Of her beauty
The way she carries herself
And how she moves me
How calm and sweet her voice is
And how she soothes me
How much I miss her glare
And  how my mind fools me
That no one can compare


I hope she gets my drunken letters
And see me as a troubled soul trying to do better
She's changed like the seasons
And my mind just won't let her
Because if there was a way to measure
The love I have for her
I'm sure it would be in all of my letters

God I hope
I wish
I pray
That she reads my drunken letters.

I can hear her knocking
at the door of regret.
Knocking at the door.
Knocking at the door.

Each sound wave
breaks through my cell membranes
making me reflect on the days
I use to be depressed.
I can replay every moment like a videocassette.  
Rewinding to the beginning,
playing from start,
I can see how you took my love,
and ripped my heart apart.

From the mountains to the trees
from the trees to the leaves.
From the leaves to the dirt.
My tears filled up rivers
as your conscious ways left me hurt .
Oh how gay it sounds
but it's oh so true.
Have you ever had somebody
you love so much
and they end up hurting you?
Well I have and I have broken hearts too.
I even think its more than a few.
Only because of how much I missed the essence
of being there right next to you.

I can hear her banging
on the door of regret.
Banging on the door.
Bashing on the door.
Banging on the door of regret.

Deep clouds of smoke fill my every corner.
Drowning out every thud  
like I am underwater.
Taking away all the pain you caused
through the vents
like water down the sewer.
I've washed myself clean for once.
So now when my story is told
I won't look like your little dunce
left in the corner.

From the couch to the floor.
From the floor to door.
I make my way to where
you could possibly enter
and I've seen this all before.
I can not let you enter.
My entire struggle
would have been in vein.
Only to open up to you once again.

I can see you knocking
at the door of regret.
Knockin at the door.
Knockin at the door...