Tower stacked high, attacked by lies.
Foundation hurt, young giraffe's, growth spurt.
Unstable yet, eloquent.
On stilts above, the ants.

Doesn't even, crush them now.
He just, stands there, and laughs.
I know, that we both,
Are unstable, tables, on there, last leg.

But do you, realize,
If we lean on, each other,
We are stronger,
Then we both think?

We could be, a tepee,
To house, the rats beneath.
Blowing kisses and, protecting them,
From anyone elses' stink.

You might not, go for it,
I understand.
I've seen you, stand alone and strong,
With no one, holding your hand.

But I do, love your touch,
Sorry to, creep you out,
You know, I always have the, best times,
When we, hang out.

But please, pay me no thought,
If you have indeed found the happiness you have sought.

I will wander on.

Look at my picture,
On the wall,
Everyone who loves me,
Framed to be viewed by all.
I'll never take the paper,
Out of that frame.
What if it rips,
What if it makes me insane?
I hate to do this,
But you know you are a face in the crowd.
Smiling and waving,
Yet trying to look profound.
I'll still look at pictures,
I'll still smile at memories,
But we will never have what you all want.
"I can only make one of you happy."

Burning,
It's cleansing,
Almost transcending,
When you feel your flesh burning.

Yes it hurts,
But that pain makes me smile.
Everything else is better,
When you are on fire.  

You grunt and moan,
Cursing the feeling.
With your layers of skin blistered,
All the evil peeling.

Best of all,
In case you forget,
You'll get a skin tattoo,
A beauty I bet.

When all is done,
A thought flickers in my head.
Maybe I should,
Burn myself again.

After all everyone knows,
It's easiest to clean with fire.
Burn away all the evil,
Rid this place of it for miles.

Why not jump in there too,
Aren't you evil as well?
So rid us of you,
Don't worry about the smell.

How long do I have to wait?
How many paths do need to refuse to take?
To get to you.

When I have my destination in mind,
I always end up wasting my time.
When all in the end, I want you.

Doing too much or doing too little,
Not seeing the answers to my own riddle.
I cannot seem to scream my final answer, "you".

I am stuck going down a one way road,
Not knowing if where I am headed is actually home.
So that I may rest with you.

As I travel with thoughts rolling in my head,
I see on the side of the road all the dead.
Did they die there waiting for you?

It can't be the same but that doesn't make it worse,
If I never make it home will I ride in the hearse?
Laying there thinking of you.

Will I die on the road to you?

I can sit here.
Quietly I'll hum.
Maybe some tunes of happiness,
Or screams of sorrow to come.
I can close my eyes,
Can't promise they'll open though.
Inside of my eyelids stained,
With pictures that come and go.
A flickering light,
That excites me with each flash.  
But here comes those demons,
Here comes the crash.
So I stare,
And look them in eyes.
Then that hand reaches out,
They close my mouth and I agree,
I've said too much.
Only way to fix the world,
Is too just shut up.