Take time to believe in yourself,.    
Never douse the flames and allow them to die,.    
When the cold makes you cry,.  
When you tell yourself you are nothing but a waste of time,.  
Hold your head up, know your worth,.  
Know that how you feel is not your fault,.  
The evil that has shaped your mind,.  
Needs to begin to be destroyed and left behind,.  
Like the worthless ***** they were,.  
When you deserved so much more,.  
    
Now we both have inadvertently obtained what we were seeking,.    
Some enigma you see as lies,.  
Something too good,.  
LOVE,.  
I only see them as truths and relevance,.    
When we finally can begin to dance,.    
When you can tell yourself you are worth the chance.,..,.,.,
YOU ARE WORTH THE WORLD,,....,.,.,
YOU ARE THE FIRE IN THE EYES OF DARKNESS..,.,.,.

Don't patronize me with your *******,.
If I was so good then stay,.
Yet you say something more is at stake,.
You fed me too much, then made me puke it up,.
You ran like they all do,.
Into the ocean, into the riptides,.
I took your hand and pulled you to,.
And you ran back in,.
Like some deranged drug addict,.
You must have been high when you said you cared,.
When you crashed all those mornings after, there was nothing there..,.,

I was dried up,.
My mind was blown,.
By a situation I had no control,.
Why can't people meet halfway,?
Why is trust such an issue,?
Why must we throw everything away,?
See it my way for once,.
Feel the pain I feel,.
I too can be victimized,.
It is not something I take lightly,.
Your situation, your safety,.
But when you told me you trusted me,.
I believed you,.
I opened up to you and held nothing back,.
Now why do we have to be so slack,.
Why do we have to sit here in agony,.
When all you had to is meet me halfway,.
And see what my mind sees,..,.,.,.,

To give up on love,.
Is to give up on the world,.
The wishes and desires for peace,.
The vanishing of happiness is tantamount to fire,.
Burning through cars and hospitals,.
With children crying inside,.
Love is tough, it is almost impossible,.
But with an honest heart,.
Integrity and honest intentions,.
Mistakes can be reversed,.
And a broken heart can become mended,.
Sapphire eyes I miss,.
My ulver I will always love,.
She is my everything,.
I wait for her to return,.
Because I love her, and I had to let her go,.,.,.,

Eradicate the reactor,.  
Twist it it out of me,.  
Look in my eyes as you do it,.  
Make me know it is you,.  
Your eyes spark like fierce shorts in my neurons,.  
Collapsing me into this hole,.  
If you just remove this from my heart,.  
Take it and throw it to the hordes that surround my home,.  
Their anger will be satisfied,.  
Fed like triumphant lions on the Savannah,.  
For they they know you are the handler,.  
If their tongue felt the blood,.
They will go away, you would finally go away,.  
For it is the horde you created,.  
Not to be satisfied until the happiness you created dies,.  
The one you created just to annihilate,.  
And leave me with a meltdown,.  
Poisoning with radiation for miles around,.  
The mutant ******* horde grows hungry, as you grow lonely,.
It needs to be fed much like you do,.
For it was created in the likeness of you,.,.,.,.,

I plucked stars from the sky,.
To put them in your eye,.
So the fusion I saw in them would ignite in your heart,.
Yet you never attempt to rip the atoms apart,.
It felt like the ****** was leaving system,.
The day I got clean nearly four years ago,.
This is nothing I wish to explore again,.
I learned more from you than any ******* article in a magazine could preach,.
Where was the day that you said would come,?
That's right, you threw it in the streets,.
To be ran over by the tram that slid by your house,.
When the night was long; stars shining like suns,.
That night I told you about yourself,.
I think healed all of my needle marks and scars.,.,.,

I have nothing to write,.
My mind has become liver mush,.
Eaten by some fat man in Russia,.
I have to say that it was more ******* than anything,.
To have gone what I went through,.
Being treated like a pet,.
Stuck in the closet only to be petted when wanted,.
Never on my own time was i accepted,.
Now I just wait for something like a treat,.
But my mind is blown,.
Scattered inside my cranium,.
Like the 1980s drug propaganda commercial,.
Let the Russian man have his fun,.
I have no idea what any of this **** I wrote means,.
I am just pressing my fingers onto the keys,.
Waiting for the leash to be let of me,.
So I can go to the kremlin,.
Take pictures and make sense of what the fat man sees,..,.