I don't want to be a hero, to have the world on my shoulders
I'm content with applauding, with sitting at home
Tights are uncomfortable, and capes I would trip on
I hardly have the physique to pull off skin-strangling suits
But show me a puzzle, and I'll help you solve it
Show me a stain and I might just remove it
I don't want to be a role model, to have my face in someone's Bible
If I die and at least you shed a tear, then that's all the immortality I'll need
That's all the eternity I'll ever deserve
May my epitaph be a dream no one remembers
May my memory be a smile splayed on your face

here i am, waxing poetic and waning harangue
learning to quit but teaching to win
if losers don't win, and winners never cry
why can't butterflies be heroes and all battle cries obscenities?  
what a nice way to put a scar, right down the face of a city
how cruel of you pope, to mend it with rubber, and **** it with snow
and if you've never seen him **** a tower, let me tell you
don't live in the silver one down the road
it's haunted with rumors that once were lies, now printed for chains
stop the press, we can't bend any lower, and i don't fear death as much as i should
and there you are playing a life, and living a maze

this is completely expected
you're going to tell me how much love you're body has for the idea of mine
i'll tell you how much love my heart has for the idea of yours
we'll discuss how much rain the clouds have for the blessing of an earth
or how much shine the sun has for the gloom
i'm not listening
your'e memorizing everything to bring back to show me how much you could care
for me
for us?
that's funny, that's comic, that's probable
but why ruin such a good thing?

it happens, the little shiver pats you on the back and compliments you
you stay mute, and it touches your eyelashes
it's whispering
it's telling you how proud it is to be with (who else?)
it's frightening
it knows the stutter of your walk
the trip of your tongue
it know's you're afraid
but you're mute, and you're deaf, and it's sunny
and so what
you shiver, you smile
and it's sunny,
you're worried
and so what

Sometimes I pretend to be a stranger passing through
I approach afraid, confused
I walk about disorientated, unsure of what I'm looking for
I tap you, lightly, on the shoulder
Then I ****** your senses
I smother you,
I burn you,
I destroy you
Yet you seek me out, wandering aimlessly, whispering, "Excuse me, I'm looking for Love..."

Grunting is for favors, groaning is for games
Lachrymose while kisses engulf my senses
My jaw aches for destruction, my heart for love, my body for temptation
My dear, I don't want you, I want your confessions
I am drunk from your soul, its
Whispers
Weeping
Sin
Flutter my darling,  
Let there be ecstasy...

Perfection was rumored to be living three blocks from the bakery
I, intrigued, found myself on the porch of a dingy white house, with a forsaken garden
I knocked, the door cracked
Out of the shadows, an elderly man with a tremor in his body approached me, and smiled
"Sorry, it's just me, God. Perfection moved out a while ago, and left this."
He handed me
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