I wear you like a bruise
You will not go away
I am at your every whim
I have to obey

You hold me like a gun
Pointed at my own head
You won’t leave me alone
Can I please go to bed?

I am your only weapon
You use me
To hurt me
Scars that I had no say in
Scars that only stay.
That won't go away.

I am my only weapon
I abuse me
And hurt me
Scars that I have no say in
Scars that only stay.
I cannot go away.

Delusional

I do what I want,
I say as I please,
girls see me,
and drop to their knees.
Conceited maybe,
eccentric yes,
depressed always.
I write what I write,
no topic is taboo,
sometimes I even,
hear a Who.
Delusional and paranoid,
people watch me as I walk.
Licking my fingers,
licking my toes,
then I eat,
what I find in my nose.
Conspiracy theories,
and superstitions,
they consume my thoughts.
I count my money,
that I wish I had,
part of the reason,
that I'm always sad.
I have stories,
I have rhymes,
I have people, that I love,
I still bleed the same color blood.
I have pride,
I have passion,
the police are here,
because of my fashion.
Sometimes I rock,
sometimes I roll,
I like to smoke from a bowl,
I'm number one,
according to the latest poll.

Does it surprise you, My Darling
That I fell into a trance
That I abandoned my battle stance

Does it upset you, My Darling
That I lost myself in you
That I believe it all is true

Isn't it wonderful, My Darling
That you've found me
That we're meant to be

It really is shocking
That someone like me
Could trip and stumble
And fall right into
That hole in the ground
Filled with happiness and tears
Filled with risks and fears
That we all call love

I never thought
That I could ever
Be so utterly consumed
By one man
By one soul
And sometimes
It shakes me to the core
I cry a little more
Every single time
You say, "I'm glad you're mine"
We can stay this way forever
Fill our infinity with each other
Hold on to one another
And, as always, I'll cry a little more
Tears Of Joy

The look in your eyes
hooks me,

taking me back to the days
of my grandfathers, dark
whiskey in hip-flasks kept close
to their chests, eating tinned fruit
and singing to warm themselves up
on cold nights

I remember the sound of their voices,
thick and throaty, as if forty
cigarettes a day had eaten
into their chords

I wear their blazers sometimes,
Over a red dress, imagining myself
before they thought of me

wondering if they felt the rain fall
on their face as blood washed the
souls of their shoes

I know that your green eyes
are searching my face for signs and
similarities, the past threatening to
seep through the open pores
of my skin

I am corrupted

there nothing quite like fishing  for a peaceful day
sit there on the riverbank passing time away
everything is tranquil makes you feel so free
a little piece of heaven that belongs to me
takes away your worries if only for a while
that little bit of freedom makes you want to smile

finding words to say can be very hard
you must find the right ones and not get caught of guard
you must be very careful with the ones you choose
stop and think each word. which one you should use
be careful what you say handle them with care
then the words you need will be already there