Recognize that you are a monster.
Look into your mother's eyes and proclaim
that despite her best efforts she has failed.

Don't forget to adore what you see,

but remember to loath what it has become.

You can not start on a fresh page.

I beg you not to forget the

moment we entered the classroom
inspecting our surroundings with
shy apprehension and a slight
stare into our machinations.

Yesterday we crossed pinkies and
our friendship knew no boundaries,
until I once again killed you.

And it imprinted in your skin,
the facts that ceased to be.
Across the bed, it went wild-
a balloon with one too many pins.

It crawled through our clothes,
quite bitter was this snake,
you called this thing love,
but we knew it was fake.

Another bite, another tug
a shout and a moan,
screaming air into your lungs;
It was all over, no more...

but remember this, and I will too
the moments may fade,
and your name grow dim,
but our debts aren't forgiven
and I still live in sin.

When your eyes are painted charcoal
and the morning dew hits your nose,
and rows of fresh roses tickle your toes.

Don’t look at the sunrise and think
that it might mean something new,
there’s nothing that you can do.

The streams ebb, and memories fade,
while you look to the stars and see
nothing, and most certainly not me.

When your eyes are painted charcoal
and the morning dew hits your nose,
and rows of fresh roses tickle your toes.

There was a howl, as the faucet began to drip drip drip, and the creaks of a house built too long ago stretched her weary bones as the faucet proceeded to drip drip drip, and a man and a woman held on tight, this memory being just a glimpse, as the faucet kept up its drip drip drip, and a child cried as his toe was stubbed, and still the faucet dripped dripped dripped, and the family fixed it, and so it stopped, and grey was in season as the winter grew near, and the house was empty, and the family was gone, and yet the faucet again began to drip drip drip.

There once was a cage
pierced by the heavens
and plagued by the moon.

I saw you break out.
I cried, and you fled
into the river.

Tumultuous tunes
sang for your splendor
my candid princess.

I heard the gods' moan.
I saw man's revolt.
I tasted freedom.

And then I realized.
The stars remain high,
the story is told,

and I always die.