Different sores have different salves.
Mushrooms bloom in the fall.

The blind lead the deaf
and the deaf guide the blind.

Things create themselves.
Words are cheap.

My heart, it beats so quietly.
Irregular at times.
Sometimes it seems to skip beats.

A passion burns inside of me,
but I'm unsure what for.
I look for purpose in my heart.
I strain to hear it's muddied thumps
through thickened, blackened blood.

An engine drives me straight ahead,
but knows no way to stop.
For fuel it burns what it can find
it just leaves ash and smoke behind
but in pursuit of what?

I live, I take, I want, I need.
My heart is vanity and greed
but stopping it's pulse means death.

I lie inside a purgatory of overpowering apathy, drawing the will from within me with each attempt to relocate my being, such that I cannot achieve the thing that I desire. To exhume from within myself this endlessly building and foul nectar. It would be a welcome release, but it seems as if this release is not my fate. For my body, and perhaps some dark, hidden part of my mind, have seen it fit to betray me in this hour. My limbs refuse to obey my will, and my anguish grows with each passing second, yet still I am left powerless against my own lack of will.

That is to say.

I have to ***, but I'm too lazy to get up.

Neon Bones 'twixt Electric Veins.
Surface Cracking
Steaks of Exhilaration in Darkness
Welling Tremors
Crackling Black Desert
Cold and Dry
Locked Away

I'm an arsonist in recovery.
When the rocks freeze over,
I slip and fall.
I burn bridges just to keep them warm.

She stands slouching, foreboding,
   A guide past the grave.
Death is wistful, a lady.
   An agent of change.
She's here watching, and waiting,
   A friend on dark days.

I have a song inside my heart
It beats ever so quietly
To hear it you'll need to get close

There's a theater in my eyes
Only it's ever so dark inside
To see it you'll need to get close

The rain came down
The river rushed,
as was warranted for flooding.

I will not do drugs
I will not do drugs
I keep hearing myself saying that.
But I look confident in the mirror,
the rancid smoke fuming from my nostrils.

Sure
   You. Do you

It's whatever.                   No worries
            Okay
                                       Good night
                                                       Cool

I'm tired of being awake
I'm bored with all the entertainment
I'm exhausted with all of this
I just need some sleep is all

Sometimes I'm invincible
Infrequently I can fly
Every so often I'm ecstatic
Rarely I'm charismatic
Once in a while I'm a mad genius
From time to time I have all the answers
Now and again I feel truly alive
Occasionally I'm happy.