He looks like he's dying
he actually physically looks like
he's dying

with his tired eyes
thinning face
and his broken body

and his cigarette lips
they only spread lies
and he calls it his
'smoker's honesty'

we are not what we think we are
we think we are these
intelligent
beautiful
talented
beings, ones that have dominion over everything

but when you really look at us
we, as humans
destructive
angry
love-drunk
humans.

people should not have to die every time someone argues
or every time there's a fight


We think we're so smart
so **** sophisticated
but
look
at
us

We look at these animals
cats
birds
goldfish

...and we think they're stupid
because they don't feel the same way we do
they don't speak our language

we as humans
are not what we think we are

Do you remember
when the dragon saved the princess
from that awful knight
because I can remember it clearer than most

the knight, a greedy *******
who's foul lips
wrapped around a glass bottle
who's foul lips
sought the bottle
and nothing more

and remember when he hit the princess that first time
remember when he grabbed her hair
remember when he shoved her down
put away the scars
the scratches
the bruises
treated it as
'oh, he's just showing his love'

and remember
remember that one night
when she finally called his bluff
she said 'no, you don't love me'
remember when he hit her with the bottle
the knight, what a **** bag
but after that,
came the dragon
with his tattoos and heavy beard
on his motorcycle
and beat the knight away
****** him to hell
or at least prison
and a lot of angry inmates

and the princess and the dragon
set away
to have a nice little life together
with the night safely locked and gone
in a far away tower.

Late one night
there was a bug on my face
and i reached up to brush it off
but all i could feel was a cold hand

on a good day you can see my heart and soul
and let me tell you, the best days are the ones when i see you.
you make me happy to live.
It could just be the regulatory chemical substances moving in my body creating my feelings for you
yet
on a good day, you make my heart skip a beat
and you make my soul dance for joy.

i need to scream
i need to run
but i am so sick of my voice
i lay here, writhing in my own darkness.

i lack the ability to understand
why caring is such a shunned thing
it's okay to care
it's great to care

so why, i wonder, do you overlook it?
why don't you care about anything?

CAN YOU HEAR ME NOW? CAN YOU UNDERSTAND THAT I HAVE LOST MYSELF I HAVE LOST ALL MEANING I CANNOT GO ON BELIEVING IT'S WRONG TO CARE I HAVE SUFFOCATED THE PART OF ME THAT WAS ONCE ATTACHED TO YOU I HAVE DISCARDED WHAT ONCE ATTACHED ME TO MY FAMILY SIMPLY BECAUSE I CARE.

you should stay home today. nobody wants to see you anyway
go away.

why are you even here? nobody wants to see you
i said go away.

but would anybody care if you left?
yes.
no, you're wrong.

well, you're sure confident today.
no, i'm just tired of you.
too bad you're too weak to get rid of me
go away.

you worship God like he's actually there
that's because he is.
you're wrong.
my God loves me. He saved me.
then why am i still here?

why do you try?
because i'm lovely.
wrong. you're a fat slob
maybe you're wrong.
but you don't believe that, do you?

look at you, you're pathetic. can't even tell him you like him
go away!
i won't leave until you've ripped your veins from your bones.
i won't leave until you give up.


why are you still here?
because.
you think i might be right