The fire swallows our bodies
                                                               Engulfing the sweet visionary sensation

Forget
Leave me to wander in colors ranging from purple to black
Encrypt
Put a lock on any contact with the sweetest taste of liquor
Deny
Enrage me with ignoring my last response to the environment
Fight
Spend days on end battling through the need to slip
Die*
Light the worlds fuse to be remembered

Growing words like a symphony sound the alarm
I can taste fear on the delicacy of your arm
Do not waste any of your faux charm
Such in impromptu little ******
is that faith you muster
or is it lustered
twisted in sync
to the sound of cuff links
driving to the mountain brink
The one who sits in front of my mind
The back seat of the car meanders behind
I dream that it forgets all the moments of crime

If every night with you feels so exhilarating
Then maybe this is all I need.
Sometimes I find solemness in the concentrating
Yet occasionally I stumble upon devilish greed.

There are moments that could repeat themselves infinitely
And there are wounds that never seem to clot.
As every dream is marked by winding intricacy
The red slips into the laces and patterns in blots.

Days get longer and shadows grow in length
The perfect melody to an everlasting hunger.
Mindless worries leave as misery turns to strength
We are just a compilation of all but less than blunder, at least I wonder.

When I turn around it seems like you forget
That elastic bounces back at the slightest relief
And the wound upon my back starts to admit
Every moment withers along with the movement too brief.

If you wreck your own morals you will feel alive
Because people tell us to believe crazy things:
Don't say I love you until you mean it,
But say what you feel or you will bottle your emotions!
Don't beg for *** and only lose your virginity to your one true love,
But if you're still a ****** after high school you're too conservative!
If you don't believe in God you are a satanist,
But only follow his laws when you're sitting under his steeple!
Do what we tell you to,
But be your own person.
We control you,
But consider yourself
Independent.

She stabbed me in the chest
And asked why I was bleeding.
She’ll never let me rest
At the thought of me not sleeping.
Tell me it’s not sweet
To write away my love to you.
And tell me there’s no heat,
when the fireworks turn red to blue.
As if color made the choices
You say you’ll never make,
When there’s nothing left but voices
While you’re lying awake.