One week
One week until I can release
All of my demons
All of the ones that eat away at me
At my heart and in my mind
I've come to terms with the fact
That I am completely insane
With that, most would decline.
But I know it. . .

How can I live everyday?
Wanting to leave
Silently listening to nothing
With those evil ******* begging me to give in
Just let us take control
Let me take everything
But I'm not ready yet. . .

What if I don’t wanna go?

I can't bear it anymore
Their scratching voices echo
Through my body and in my soul
Poisoning every step
I’m slowly letting go
I’ve called to you God
Why is everything so . . .

****** up, you are
You are ****** up
& this I know
Please tell me something different lover
& maybe I’ll let go.
But not yet
& this I know . . .

I am living here with
New ghosts and old regrets;
My voice was once solid gold.
But after years of abuse,
It’s faded from green to black in the smoke.

The full moon tonight will glow.

The cold blood from my veins
Will drain ever so slow.
Empty out my heart;
Let my mind go.
Throw my body in the river,
The only place I've ever loved.

Welcome in this horrible night
My favorite one of all
It lets in all of my demons
Into that long and crawling hall
That stretches across my life
They are tearing down the doors
All I have is seven lives.

Let it go Andy!
The heart will bleed.
All of your love is gone,
Why won't you let it be?


This is the most haunted day of my life,
I can tell you this for sure . . .
I hope that you will never meet me.
You will slowly drown too,
In my life of horror.

*“Tecum vivere amem, tecum obeam libens“

The strangest of sounds around
Sights unwound into a tornado of pure filth
Is this what its all about?
The money, the attention
Grounded beyond the all of this guilt
I wonder if I should go out there. . .

Take the plunge, make the fall
Are you strong enough to withstand the time?
Are you willing to answer the call?

I know that,
They don't understand my face
It brings back the demons that they've tried to replace.
The wasted nights spent drowning in this rotten place.
Trust that the words that I've said, are not a true waste.

It's all about the darkness, the real evil inside.

Could you find the way?
Could you get the time?

Where have you been?
Someone must have died or something.
The end could not lie about the others,
They could only see what was there before your birth.

The fast death of a politician
The eternal birth of a caged bird

A single moment in history that completed
the story that was unknown.
An unknown ending to the portrait
that was burned before completion
and the error that was caused after
the burn.

Would it bleed?
Could it form to be an answer?

So speak of the scent
that flows through my hands
every time you greet me on this holy land
And every time I kiss you
under these stars that have yet to show you
the stock pile of ammunition that they have stored up
to send us to Mars and back.
It's an amazing story.

A long awaited awakening for the sleeping beauty.
The instant unexpected death of the crimson beast.

Midnight samurai's and early morning assassins
Will die before our love will.

Just lie still
                    &            
                       you'll see it.

It’s* always the same

Everyone, Everything

It’s all the same

I want to see you

The naked truth

Clothed armies of your mind

Closed hallways aren’t the kind

To heal and regret nothing

You’ve always struggled, with that

Wondered – Power up

                                                           ­                                                                 ­             Unexplained mysteries

The missing pieces

The stars between us

I’m over it almost

Stay forever naked by the phone

I have no soul

Your words are missed

No conscience


Falling in,      and not,        floating out,        of it anymore


Find the God

The home




                                                                ­                                                                 ­                             **Burn it

Go to sleep.
Open up your dreams
To begin the amazing thoughts
and beings that conform
and reside around
the confusing words
that live in your mouth.

Lay with me,
Die with me
Open me up,
Twist me all around
and then put yourself in
Begin to see the inside of me
Inside the walls of my lungs
The black and graffiti’d walls
Wonderful, so good to be
All night, alright

What happened to you,
While you were inside of me?
Did you drive to the mighty sea?
Did you see the artist at work?
The girl in bed.
The man so lost.
The confusing air.

Mind of mine,
Lose your blues…
Use the abuse as the juice
To squeeze and drain
and inject into the veins
of this wicked country
Into your tattooed arms
Into the mind of your God
and your empty spirit.

Colliding and spinning…
Colliding and spinning…

What do you do when all you have left is your mind, wandering?
When your heart is in constant limbo with right and wrong,
If you try me, I will **** you.
Remember my words solider.
I will rise up!
I will bury you underground.
Come on...

Ask about my mind and heart again.
Come test out these waters of turmoil
The oil isn't ****.
It's your way of looking around when your understanding
Isn't the most understanding thing about looking around.
What is going on around you?
Can you see the bridge ahead?
We are going under...

Stiff lies and ***** drinks make your mind wonder and think
About the last paragraph that you read
Remember the price that's on your head
When I find you, you are so dead.
******* try me!
Take a quick sniff of the load of **** that is your life
It's all a lie.

But it will be over soon.
And then you will be completely consumed
By the fire, that is your life.
Which is a lie.

Take one quick look around
Do you see where you are?
You are in my world boy,
Soon to be taken over
By the black water
Around the bend.

The end.
The fire.

I know that this mind
This wicked and ****** up mind
Will sink farther than yours
Under the waves of the graves
That has been opened up before me
and your once perfect thoughts
If there is even such a thing
I’m sure you thought that
Wear the skin of the corpses
That have followed you downtown
Into the ****** streets of that town
Into the ****** streets of Saint Augustine
or Saint Petersburg or Gainesville, Florida
I wonder which one I’ll burn away first
In the ******* emptiness of my heart
Thank you, for beginning the start of my madness
Oh well, I’m not sure if it was you that pushed it off
I think it was the sick sadness of world that has turned me on
The rush I get when I write these words
The worse words that connect and form verses
That will infect the simplest things that once were the simplest things
Before us, but are now just lies and memories
Dead men tell no tales.

So let the world continue without ever believing that we were real
Keep on telling yourself that the past should stay dead
Because it will, unless you **** me…

And I swear I’ll haunt you.
Infinity.