floaters in my eyes move and groove to the sound of my speeding heartbeat
until they form into the form of my perfect nightmare although, i really dont care.
and the lover of all life just learned to hate death.
so i will stare at the red and yellow colors hugging cracks in my cealing, what is this feeling?
i dont want to wake up and leave my light fairlylight tree.
ringing phones call me from every side.
but i wont rise from the sleep that ive worked so hard to disign.
not until static ***** my ears and froces me to cry.
putting on that polyester mask that they all call my pretty smile.
walking through the lions den i call home.

the pope asked me what i really believed in, behind the lies and masks and the effect of saten.
you know what i told him?
wanna know what i said on that dry summer evenin?
i said that my holy book is read by the perfect way your hair looks messy when you just get out of bed,
when you call me late at night because our songs stuck inside your head.
i worship the way you always say that i know just what you think,
I'll pray to the way your voice goes low as hell when you talk about true love.
the way your eyes make stars appear in all that dreary darkness of...all the roads we take and lines we cross just to hold each other near. and at the end of this congregation i promise i'll see you soon my dear.
you give new colors to every flower. evey lemon, every tree. and the colors sparkle only when i hold you close to me,
on the red platos of navajo, honey bees making a song so much better than the radio, your voice the lead singer and my spirit feels the flow.
so yeah i know it's a little bit melo-dramadic, a bit manic, co dependent on the way you look at me, whatever you see that's just what i wanna be. babe.
and so my soul is saved with every touch from you.
preach in the pew about all the times we had at midnight solitary dances running from our taxes living life and death there's nothing left
but all that holy love we share.

so i told the priest the, minister the bishop and the father and the son and every single holy ghost who was there, that i'm in love with this girl and i dont give a ****, what you think force me to drink that holy water to set me on that straight and narrow bath, and i would laugh at all the **** that they believe will work on someone such as me.
and THAT'S how i got excommunicated
thankyou

Everything in life is temporary
it all ends, but the problem is when things end somthing new begins and you just have to deal with all these beginnings and endings
Everything is temporary
Sadness, love, life, passion, friendships, homes, familys, joy day, night, sleep, awake
It all ends
And you just watch it end over and over again and you have to deal with it
Theres one thing that dosent have an end but still begins and thats death.
It begins but never ends thats why everyone craves it or fears it so dearly
I can think of a million things that never begin but always end
But deaths the one thing that begins without an end.
What brings all these beginings and endings in a cycle only stopped by death?
The three norns
The future is an end, look forward and a million things have already ended
Time brings all ends
And beings bring beginnings, beings desperately build things up hoping not to have ot smashed down by time, but it always happenes, a cycle
The past are things that are to end and the present is things that are ending
The cycle is boring
And sad
It just means your stuck
Theres only one end
That lastts forever and thats death
No happiness without sadness yet there seems to be sadness without happiness all the time
death wont leave me
death dosent forget about you
death dosent leave its forever, past a point of no return
thats beuty
in a universe full of cycles
the only true beuty is an end
Yet objects dont end
When i die my body will decay and go into another cycle
But i will be over
I will be dead
thats whats so beautiful about the anomaly of life
Things cycle forever, never to end
But beings get to end
I truly pity things without being
They cycle forever
No end for them
but the strangetys of the infinantes gave us being!!!
and thats what separate beings from everything else
We die
We get the beautiful gift of an end

Making the most of life is pointless when most ends
if i make the most of a friendship its still gonna end
Everythings temporary and thats never ending
What making the most gives you is only an end that makes you look back and wish things lasted forever?
Pure unfiltered nostalgia
Pain
Regret
Regret of letting it end
Knowing you could have done something to stop it from ending
Regret of not saying more
Not doing the things you where scared to do
but now its over and theres no way to do anything because everythings temporary
Except death
Death lasts forever
An end without an end

Run from me.
Did you run from me?
No baby runs faster into my arms, i'll cause you no harm.
I can softly soothe my icelace fingers into the sockets of your eyes, my hands may shake but it's only from love as I move your veiny white eyes to my palms, let them melt like your voice let them drip like your bottom half on my ***.
And now you just can't look away, i'll stare into your eyes forevermore, forevermore.
Oh darling, you're trying so hard to get away, Its so ******* cute that you cant tell that i'll make you stay.
My lips on your lips, my teeth bite your tongue, harder harder hurting hurting, copper ink spills through our kiss, and your tongue dripps so lonely from your cold purple lips.
You have my heart so i can take you apart until you give me yours.
Brush your hair with my fingers, dear you'll stay with me forever.
Your soft large thighs, so easy to cut, fingernails, fingernails, fingernails in the ruts. Pull the muscle, bone and flesh apart, make art my lovely canvas. Now i can taste what you really are, my beautiful work of art. we fill your legs with our wedding cake, oh baby aren't we so cute?
Can't run from me now, your mine and you love me but you don't say it enough so I bit off your tongue.
And Im Here smoking cigarettes yet still i want a kiss, burns at the back of your mouth.
Every strand of hair burns just like candle wick, your skin, it cracks moaning like a house full of poisen.
You only moan when I hurt you, but hey, it's sexyer this way aint it?