papers are one dollar each!
Sentiments are beyond reach!
My pet dog seems to be busy scraping of dead meat off the ground
Smoke and gold, a melancholy!
The honorary debate between mistrust and a dead fetus!
The wait for a pension which serves blood and redemption
Who would have thought that drama was scarred on my *******!
As to who stabs whom,
THE DEAD IS THE DEAD *******
TRY TO BREATHE YOU INCESSANT FOOL
THE LINES OF LOVE!
Tell me more of your fables
full of
LIES, LIES AND LIES!

It was tall and lean and my mind
Unravelled between the halogen and hollowness
Of something incapable where the T.V. won't scream
Fake ads and mourning of dead people
whereas dead people held novice feelings and promises
to reach on and on and on about telling lies
to me and on and on and on and on
Telling lies to me for lies are what i breadth the second
A bullet in a ****** scene where i wipe off the screen

I wipe my blood
I wipe my evidence

Last Christmas,
I shot myself.

What are you looking for?
What are you searching my friend?
Look at us as stand at the edge of the world's end

Will you close your eyes and jump today?
Or will you wait, and keep waiting
For a lover, or a long lost friend

This is end, dear one,
This is the one last chance
Let us keep falling and falling
And falling in love,
With this one last dance.

Do you ever wonder whether you are sleeping
With the wrong person on the right side of the bed
Tossing, turning, telling lies
Pretending to be alive when you are dead
Pretending to paint love in red
Do you ever wonder if she is not the one to love
But you don't like things rough
So you let go and pretend it's alright
She loves me, let me hug her,
But for me, it's a might
You ever come across lovers
Whom you aren't meant to be with
Scared to speak loud
Or open eyes to feel it
Do you ever wonder
Why you lie to yourself
Do you ever wonder

Can someone inspire me
Can someone inspire me
Can someone inspire me

Can someone love me
Can someone inspire me
Can someone inspire me

Can someone **** me
Can someone **** me
Can someone **** me

Yesterday, i shot a man
I killed my wife
And buried my child

Two years ago,
I hung my dreams
And some other people
Associated with certain things

Today i sat on my mother's grave
And poured alcohol on my dad's
Dug out my girlfriend's heart
That went missing in a car crash

I snuck ******* in my notebook
And smoked blood wrapped in liver
And licked the remains of a dead rat
While trying to define lust

I dug out another ear
And chewed it alongside bread
Wonder whose grave i'll dig out
When I'm beside them
Cold and dead.

Blind men breathe talks of the night
Fingers, lips, tired eyes
Toxicity of the mind

Baffled and taken aback
Right or wrong
Not what we had

Cradling love, Fingers sore
Though so far,
Yet, so close.