I love you.
I will never abandon you like everyone else.
Never would I hurt you,
Unless you disobey me.
For I own you.
You are my property.
Like a little teddy bear I cuddle
And squeeze you until your stuffing pops
Out from behind your eyes.
Your beautiful eyes.
Watch and observe.
Observe your body, disgusting.
I provide goals for you.
Something to do, a challenge to accept.
No matter how many times you cut the cord,
We will forever be attached.
I, as a newborn
Feeding off all that is you.
Or I, as your mother,
Protecting you and entrapping you, inside my womb.
Our lives depend on each other.
We are one.
United through your blood.
Your every breath.
I am your best friend.
Loyal and honest.
As long as you have me,
You need no one else.

How do you do it
The pressure is killing you
I know it

It's already started
You can call it maturity
But your lying

It's killed your love
You use to love running
Now you just love blood

If you don't win
What's the point
When did that become you?

Am I too late
are you too far gone
I want to try

yet I can't help but see
the guy I love dying
and he never even stopped running

I'm angry and I want the world to know it!!!!
So that's why I write,
Because the kids they die
And the people don't stop shooting
And the bullet holes
Blossom - toxic red flowers -
In the mother's chest as she rushes to her baby
And falls short

As he screams and squalls no longer
Oh and then they sing about the drugs the money the *** the jaded

When ALL YOU HAVE TO DO
IS LOOK AT THAT

No use to shake them
The world burns around them

His mind is full of secrets and his heart consumed by lies,
His soul forever wandering as Mother Mary cries,
Destruction in his wake and naught but pain and hurt to find,
A demon to the world around despised by all mankind.

His voice knows only anger and his eyes show no remorse,
His hate like fire burning fuelled by hell’s eternal force,
Damnation is his mission and disaster his true cause,
A nightmare incarnation baring fangs and golden claws.

His form is known to many though he goes by different names,
His reach is far and varied ever growing through his claims,
Corruption is his promise to this world in his control,
For he is the beast in all of us- the shadow on our soul.

never have I felt so morally trapped
never has my essence been so black
forever I can't look into that room
and be so happy with that
which I have mistaken for happiness

all the songs I have in my heart
have no voice to melodically say
all the music I have in my soul
have no fingers which it could play
all the words I have spill patiently
into a fountain of black and white
draining of reason and colour
to blend into one lonely night

never have I felt so certain (I'm sure...)
that I'm no longer any closer to the shore
as the butterflies gave way
to an ocean of jellyfish
and the trees in the horizon
are little more than just sticks

I'm ready to float into the universe
because beyond is what a soul sees
I will give up this existence
and let my master be the breeze

and hope that in the next life
I'm not trapped into something
that is as useless as a body
that learns nothing

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
did gyre and gimble in the wabe.
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
the frumious Bandersnatch!"
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the maxome foe he sought-
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood a while in thought.
As in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came.
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack.
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
"Has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Calloh! Callay!
He chortled in his joy.
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

A stranger has come
To share my room in the house not right in the head,
                    A girl mad as birds

Bolting the night of the door with her arm her plume.
                    Strait in the mazed bed
She deludes the heaven-proof house with entering clouds

Yet she deludes with walking the nightmarish room,
                    At large as the dead,
Or rides the imagined oceans of the male wards.

                    She has come possessed
Who admits the delusive light through the bouncing wall,
                    Possessed by the skies

She sleeps in the narrow trough yet she walks the dust
                    Yet raves at her will
On the madhouse boards worn thin by my walking tears.

And taken by light in her arms at long and dear last
                    I may without fail
Suffer the first vision that set fire to the stars.