He says I'm toxic
But loves me still

Truth is...
You're my poison too
Every brush of our lips intoxicates me
Craving your taste
I'll give into pleasure
Clawing, stroking, licking
Spreading the disease

Toxic girl-
Poisonous boy
Every inch of my body tainted
Racing through my veins
The poison sets in


Truth is baby...
You poison me
Now-
I wanna infect you

Beams of light dance through the trees,
Reflecting off their leaves which take on an orange appearance.
Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale.
At 5:23.

Eyes shut but vision clear,
Feet still while spirt soars.
Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale.
It's 5:23.

She gazes at him,
His mind on a journey,
Far beyond their grasp.
She joins him.
At 5:23.

He wears a radiant smile,
She looks back with curious eyes,
And an open mind.
Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale.
5:23.

Time has no control,
Time is of no essence,
Time cannot hold them back.
The time is 5:23.

There is a city built just north of hell. Its residences live unaware and unsuspecting of their fate. Deadly sins spread like wild fire, the first leading to the next. Feeding off the weak, the selfish souls lie their way to the top. Stepping on all who stand in their way. The path they walk leads to an edge. If they do not change their route, to hell their souls will plummet. They love the sin they reside in; each day is as empty as the last. The pleasure outweighs the pain, for now.

This city is crawling with sin, infested with poisonous sins of every form. Lust drips off every mans lips. With every seductive woman comes a fallen man following close behind. Images cannot be escaped; they choke the throats of men slowly entangling them in a web of immorality. Even the most righteous of men begin to suffocate.

Greed rubs off the deceiver. The idea of being successful transforms from a goal into a cult. It is no longer a lifestyle, it is god. The larger the check the higher the status, the higher the status the larger the check.

Envy runs rampant as jealous hearts stare as others pass by. They covet their neighbor's possessions with evil intentions in their hearts. Few act out, but many struggle and are tortured by their need for more. Selfishly, the envious await their fellow sinner to let their guard down.

Gluttonous mouths devour every dish placed in in front of them. Inhaling more than they can swallow and giving into the succulent, sweet taste of abundance. Hardly pausing long enough to breathe let alone ponder someone in need.

Vanity and pride live within the smirks of every face. She walks the streets with a strut in her step, a massive diamond on her finger and an ego to match. Her body appears flawless but her soul is badly bruised. Her pride is a cover for what truly lies within her insecure heart.

Wrath and rage build up as cars speed past one another. Their only concern, getting to their destination on time. No care for who they put as risk they drive as if they own the road. Nearly missing a van full of children, he continues on only focusing on the task at hand.

This city is a sin.
Are you its sinner?

You apologize as if you feel remorse.
You lie!
It's all about the sale.
I was merely your customer and the bed was your product.
Anything for a sale, anything to convince me you had what I wanted.
But you were the one that wanted what I had.
You apologize because you miss me.
Well baby, keep em comin cause I'm not buyin.
A lonely salesman is all you'll ever be.
Apologizing for your selfish words and charming lies.
Pity party honoring you, tragic life thats only yours.

Salesman, I'm not interested.
Your money does not impress.
Salesman, show me the door!
I don't care how sharp you dress.
Salesman, you had me fooled.
Your flashy cars and fancy toys were your favorite tool.
I don't give a **** what the world says you're worth,
because it's only a name, simply a title.
A lonely salesman is all you'll ever be, a
lonely salesman who thinks of me.

Keep dreaming baby cause I'm never coming back.
You had your way with me, stole it all in only a day.
'I love you' is what you speak, but 'I lust you' is all that leaks.
Talking large and living the same.
Hooking me was purely a mind game.
A lonely salesman is all you'll ever be, a
lonely salesman who thinks of me.

Miles of road between us,
But every breath brings me closer to you.
A black top waste land stretching beyond my grasp,
Lonely highway desperately crawling your way,
Never ceasing,
Forever flowing.
I look ahead.
Slapped by a rush of air thrown through the unrolled glass,
Releasing a paranoid past to the wind,
Letting go of all I had become,
For a distant lover awaits.
Miles of road separate,
Another lost moment,
More time that got away.
SO many miles apart,
Longing for you to match the rhythm of my heart,
The melody is soft as I sing along,
Our lips have not touched,
Nor our cheeks brushed.
A violent stare in your direction,
My empty hand becomes bitter,
Only you can take away the sting.
These miles are tearing me apart.
Distant lover draw near to me!

As I watch others travel to and fro I find my life appears sedentary.
My spirit longs to venture into distant lands which scream my name.
New sights, sounds, and smells.
A busy street,
or secluded plain.
A city great,
A town small.
I am intrigued by all.
I'll flip through pages of books
That reveal beauty through out the world.
Leaving my world feeling far enough to be another.
I long for adventure!
To journey beyond the black top,
and dance among the wild flowers.
A free sprit, trapped.
Dying to break out.
I crave so much more then the life I lead.

A photograph may be worth a thousands words,
But an experience is worth millions.

If I drift into slumber maybe I'll dream.
I'll dream to escape.

Reality is distant,
My dream is my command.
Perceiving in ways unexplained,
Ordinary is strange,
Strange has become ordinary.
The unattainable is obtained.
I can leap new bounds with ease!
Time is not valued,
For it is not limited.
Nothing can touch me,
I am immortal.
I'll journey to a place so mysterious
Even I, the imaginer could not fathom.

And maybe if I dream hard enough.... I'll never wake.