These lions dance behind pinballed tongues.
They pounce towards my face;
only my face.
I'm still alive.
They know only ***** seeps out of me.
Where there once was blood,
now is bile.
Goodnight.

"Live at the Apocalypse Cabaret"

Daddy,

I knew an idea of you when I was five.

Father,

I know the facts about you now,

I wish you've stayed.

He sliced me up in a way that meant love.
He killed what was left hidden beneath my bed.
There are dried fruit baskets from lovers I've yet to scorn.
Suicide, let me take a break.
You've become singular in a plural world.
Of course the flowers dance when you wear that summer dress.
They can't take that from you;
Not on this night, under the summer unknown.
Golden rewards pull on my hair, like a submissive ex lover.
It took my favorite brooch, my mothers white brooch.
It was given to me before I was reborn again.
Suicide, let me take a break.

Behind that cracked mirror is you.
It's the oh so painless visible truth.
That's you in front of you.
What a beautiful view.

You ate me up like my mothers
fresh cooked meal.
You've broken my seal.
Let us sit, enjoy this meal made out of pieces of me.
Look down and see;

What a beautiful view.

A child once told me poets are magicians.

I showed her the trick.

Now we are all crooks to her.

I can only die with the darkness.
Of course there will be a mess.
You speak my name and I break apart,
like a poorly, worn down piece of art.
There is no peace in this soliloquy;
at least not tonight.

I can only die in your darkness.
It's the only one I know.
Your kisses are now merely blackness;
I once had a youthful soul.
There was never peace in this soliloquy,
at least not that I know.

Rabbid mouthed youth, you stung me at such a young age.
They call you cupid, but I know what I see.
A trickster, hiding your cloven feet.

You've killed me once before, when I had graze.
The time has come for you to feel the *****;
your crime.
Falling in love isn't falling at all.
It's a black hole where even the light cannot escape it.

I step on the corpses of your victims tonight.
I can smell their rotting hearts, from left to right.

It's time for me to join them, I have to go.
I can only die in my darkness,
and this is the way it must go.

I leave behind a lesson.
I hope you live a life unlike mine.
Love dies and it will **** you,
but please, don't give up hope.

Besides,
No one knows where that light really ends up.
(Maybe the eyes of lovers new.)
Who really knows.

White wings mixed in with purple paper.
That is the angel for me.
Bold letters and special guest,
this is the band I need.

"I love you, I'm not gonna crack"