Do you have something left to say?
I caught your mascara tears
staining your favorite blankets
funny why are you wearing make up?
when you knew of this break up...
somewhere to be after me?

yeah its not fair
to see the butcher cry
as they chop out the liver
bone saws the emotion

players dont cry, Babe
you should stick to your own game
Baby, I've played and gotten away
with being the "Broken Hearted"

this is the golden tangent
slipping in the sinister land of
everything you ever landed
on the wings of our entire planet

left behind with every man who commands it
to live and breathe because of zed dog
look into the symbolistic meaning of z being the  breathing
i live to end the simple dancing  
necromancy of what is a tangent
before necromance this,  ungrateful
and dried out planet
sympathy
and all that you gave it
has nothing lost in the pavement
i have nothing ever long in things
that is what i am in this whorld
not just to me
not just to you
i have everything that is left to have

this piece of sky
folding inwards
eat my favorite eye
in between yours

i am driving into the clouds running away from me
chasing always leading to the sunsets i remember
being there in the patient virtue of your hating
and what it have me the right to see hindsight in
I'm not a patient to this believing of all that is saving

I'm not a  blatant worry to society
all those things are hidden here
in this hideaway drawer that you left open
bang your knee and remember the contents, and how they are broken.

leave this world like a patient embalming emblem
letting you patiently open the whorl pool of patient
what is the payment and grace of the spoken
for the hindsight of all those things that are left broken

so this is the river flooding over the burning bridge
this is the island , that is underwater,  thanking the ice caps for growing
this is the row boat is which you gave birth to a baby, that  someone is borrowing
this is the patience of all those that are  waiting for you to get better
this is the road home


lets try this pipe and hope it goes to your favorite level
let the mushrooms that grant you breathe of fire, become flowers that are shinning even in the daytime.

4 that is what i have named by pen
and its ink is no longer blood
im writing with my breath now
for the life blood has run dry
and my breathing will carry me to my dying day

beckoning
me cold
on them
tiles i love
lithium
born alone
cold friend

the city of lost gold
some settler found it
iron in a bouquet

suffrage wants no magnification

did we separate them long enough

lust and la la la love

they make an iffy couple

let alone combo

nitro

glycerine

cheap

risk

   and pink cement


babe dont mean anything
different
               to me

here i am with envy
     I'm cheap cigars
youreover there
sta sta staring again
at me- throwing questions
            with grins

no i dont want a negation

british accents or something

                weak

i just want to talk
and keep our services out of the back
youre just my customer now
in this 5
            Man
                Town
I want nothing more than to take

     both of the kids and leave

ash in my mouth
hot mother *******
burning embers
in my mouth
you used to be
daily a routine
when did it end
when did it begin
skin the epitaph
characters inkd in

separated at birth
living life looking
glass works
setting change all its
fires
hookers
and worth

caught myself while booking it
to shelter from your cold
stopped to breathe
with hands at my side
and decided to go for my own
warmth. not the absence of you
the lines-can slow me down
I'm not invisible now
      not even tryin to be

but sure dont exist
not in your world
heard the two wont mix
not in this world
i love you like a *****
not that you are in this world