Everyday I hang myself
I nail myself
I staple myself to the wall

Everyday I bleed myself
I let myself
I rub my blood out in the hall

Everyday I hate myself
berate myself
I get out of bed and mandate myself
to update myself
to curate myself
Artist the **** up and create myself

Everyday I design myself
define myself
I put on my face and outline myself

Everyday I dissect myself
I correct myself
Take out my parts and infect myself

I change myself
rearrange myself
I paint all my organs and stain myself

Everyday I reword myself
martyr myself
Use the strings from the Beats to suture myself

I collect myself
Resurrect myself
My volition in life; to perfect myself

If I fail myself
derail myself
I'll have nothing but a cheap veil of myself;
a shattered bulb
a melted fuse
a pack of matches burned and used.

No supernova,
glory,
fame.
No concrete star,
with golden name.

Forgotten, faded,
dusty muse.
Mona Lisa,
cut and bruised.
My blood still smeared all down the hall,
my skin still nailed up to the wall.
My body scarred from mutilation,
mapped attempts at self-creation.
A jagged,
torn up,
constellation,
The Hero of Humiliation.

Don't we all fear failure's kiss?
For if you shoot
for the moon
and miss,
*you'll rot away in the abyss.

I have a third ******.
That doesn't mean I'm *******.
It's on the left side.
Some people think its weird like Jekyll and Hyde.
But there really actually wrong.
Because my ****** just makes me a lot more strong.
People either love it or they hate it.
Either way they wish they had one and usually throw a fit.

Keep on with that makeup girl,
You always make the scene
And keep dancin
With that bottle girl
You're the ***** queen
Kiss all those mirrors girl,
You're a lost boy's dream
Tell me again how much you hate this world
I love it when you scream
And you're running away?
All you got is makeup and a pipe in that gray bag
Badass

she opened her mouth
and let it all out

the words spewed out her mouth
like a rapid waterfall
with vicious waves
that can cut a rock

heads turned and gazes widen
i wanted to slowly walk away
crawl under a rock and rot
turn into soil for the next flower
maybe it won't be such a coward

but all i could do was shrug
shrug-laugh-shrug
because as usual
another part of me drifted away

i'm more of a shell than ever

You turned left away from me yesterday
And I realized that left is just sometimes better
Left alone
Left untouched
Left not to be drug on the battlefields, destroyed, and left, as a bad memory
But left sealed up as it was, in its greatest moments
So please
Just take your left darling
And eventually we'll both feel right about all of this