I’d hate for one to drink to me,
It’s just a waste of alcohol.
I’d rather one be forced to drink
To quell the pain I’ve caused their soul.

But should a glass be raised to me,
With piercing glares around the room,
I’d smile and wave most gratefully
And pray that death should grace me soon.

Though God I know to be a cheat,
He never let’s me have my way.
He taunts me with anxiety
On every single ******* day.

So raise a glass, or maybe don’t.
I fear that life is just a game.
The extroverts may have their ways
But come the time, we’ll die the same.

I am not deluded,
Though a tad erratic.
There are voices in my head
But none are in my attic.
I may have a ***** loose,
I was made all shoddy.
I may hide a thousand thoughts
But never once a body.
****** may excite me,
But only when in books.
If you doubt me come to mine,
Alone, and take a look.

God can be patient
And Satan can wait.
Hang up the halos
And relock the gate.
Those who have entered;
Abandon all hope.
Death tried to take me
But just couldn't cope.

Find us down the rabbit hole,
Where life, no more, can interfere.
Where out is in and frowns are grins
And sadness soundly disappears.
Find us down the rabbit hole,
The only place our minds are cleared.
Where left is right and fear; delight,
And sense is overrun by weird.

Now here is the story
Of how you were born.
Your parents did ****
One soft Sunday morn.
It seeped out her *******,
Dripped down in her slit,
And that's how she birthed out
A man full of ****.

I could write a thousand words
To dedicate to you,
And every single word I wrote
You’d hold no doubt is true.
For every single paragraph,
And every single start,
I’d write for you in no less than
The ink of my own heart.

The thickened air of honey tone
And sun-specked effervescence
Gushes from the veins of dawn
And floods us in fluorescence.
The sleeping purples bleed to pinks
Then oranges to blue,
Yet nothing of this morning sun
Can glisten quite like you.

The daylight burns to charcoal night
As gentle winds start dancing,
Sweeping dusts of daylights ash
Through galaxies expanding.
The dust it drifts past Jupiter
And past Europa too,
Although this all means nothing when
My universe is you.

Seasons come and seasons go
But winter never leaves.
Turned to ice, this summer sun
That shone now merely grieves.
Our own Earth to Triton turned
With geysers shooting blue,
But nothings ever quite as cold
As life is without you.

High on the vapours
From setting alight
The joys of our youth
In their dying delight.
We danced in the embers
Until they were dimming
Then bloomed from the darkness
A brand new beginning.

Beautiful isn't,
Nor will ever be,
A strong enough word
For abnormality.
Together we're woven
Throughout space and time,
Bobbing and waving
To our own design.

Then we found signals
Exclusive to us,
We rode on the wavelengths
We mistook for lust.
Though not too long later
The tides had all surged
And from mystic depths
Our new love had emerged.

High on the vapours
But no flame in sight,
Just you and I burning
The essence of night.
Each movement we make
Casting sparks from our eyes
Which sprinkle the darkness
With stars in the skies.

The world as it seems
Has been painted for me
By what is inside my own brain.
So this may be why
All that's beautiful dies
While misery always remains.

A rush of satisfaction is
Anticipation dying.
Happiness is merely just
The spaces between crying.
Sober is a waste of time,
And time, a waste of space.
We are people, sick and twisted,
Due to be replaced.
Love exists to make us ****,
The magic is a lie.
Life is less a conquered journey,
More a tired sigh.
Everything we live for is
A system made by man,
Keeping us distracted through
Our lives entire span.

A dragonfly just happened by
With wings that split the air in two.
And while those wings were rainbow slick,
Its tail contrasts with midnight blue.
A jealousy took over me
While watching with a childish grin.
If only I could learn to fly,
Then life, for me, could soon begin.

"It's not my place," the girl began,
"To tell you how to be.
But have you ever thought it might
Be nothing short of sheer delight
To run away with me?"