Tell me tell me tell me tell me
watcha gonna do with the
change in your pocket

Tell me tell me tell me tell me
can I take a look at
your mag before ya toss it?

Tell me tell me tell me tell me
is mamma comin to
the party with the boys?

Tell me tell me tell me tell me
is daddy jumpin back
from the ledge with my toys?


Tell me tell me tell me tell me
the story about the
boy and bear and their sister too

Tell me tell me tell me tell me
I think I might be lost,
what am I supposed to do?

Nothing satiates a haze,
however a *****'s breath
and sorrow makes it wallow.

A cylindrical prison
pounding ideas forevermore
into your scalped recompense.

Take away these porcelain
walls or rip down the violet
curtains smothering it all.

Please sing me a tale as I stutter and make it a curse.
Let some simple song weave itself into my soul,
enter, and allow me to realize it's never been worse.
All that I was and all we were left an imprint of a hole.
So darling I now say, you would have been wise;
exit stage left, and leave this body festered and covered in lies.

Let's all sit closely and think of the years,
eons ago I whispered your name and left me in
tears, but that's just dust, and only one piece.

My mother would say that it's foolish to tame the beast,
execute him and end his tall tale of suffering.

Devils don't want his soul nor does the earth.
I can't say I blame them, he's just some dumb shell.
Every man wishes they could just determine his worth.

"Never again"

The final words uttered by the already dead.
A sickly colored scratch scuffed porcelain skin
as fountains poured out glinting in the starlight.

And finally, I cried to the moon and dug deep.

"Never again"

Live beyond the limits and
if you say goodbye they find
obtuse ramblings in your hand.

So pucker up buttercup
damnation to your consent;
you must now sip the queen's cup.

Or die trying, they don't mind
whether a bloom or wither
it's all sport to the confined.

Bonds form and tessellate among the weary ash.
A drip pan drifting onto a solemn scurry
as she wipes away the tears in forlorn flurry.
It looked upon her mantle with nostalgia and
she looked into its heart before prodding the beast.

It died before it lived in equal harmony.
No point in seeking ill will of the lepers.
But there might some semblance of resentfulness.
A bitter bile resting in lips who confess.  
Or maybe it’s an illusion of a locks and key.

A steady ebb and flow providing unrelenting release.
A single moment snarled by callous disbelief.
A lock of curled honey hair scattered in the ash.
A taste of a once dripping wound dried in sand.

These are the lines for which you fall.

No, these are the bricks within the wall.

This is a descent into paltry madness.

But only half is gone this we must confess.

Two pieces of him, you, and I.
Some grotesque being, a monster
stitched together by cobwebs and lye
But hush do not worry for we found her.

So a third is removed a piece cut out,
you know of his truths, desires, and loves,
but you did not know them, him, or me?
If you did it might be easier to confess
that perhaps we should turn the lock,
it's time to throw away the key.