If I seem a little shaky,
it’s just my nervous twitch,
but I'm starting to see double,
double the trouble,

crawling on my knees,
Trying to find my keys,
Tearing up the carpet,
Chewing it with my teeth,

Laughing hysterically at nothing at all,
hitting my head against the nearest wall,
continuously *******,
I just can’t contain myself at all,

Sitting in the bath fully clothed,
******* over the bathroom floor,
burning my arm with a lighted match,
trying to eat my nicotine patch,

I'm loaded up with pills,
expecting some big thrills,
but I'm left rocking in my chair,
Its just my ******* breakdown, yeah.

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.

Calm was the air did its breath of slow utter
Slight given was the pressure against the trees' clutter
The tide gave toward the shore a bathing of fond
A raindrop tapping the ripple in the water's pond
Nature was it mothered to be the earth of pure
Land, air, and water were the children of cure
Howbeit born was the arrival of human error
For Nature a victim she became of this polluting terror


All content of luxury became poison when left forgot
Expense became the drain of Nature when industry was begot
Slave did she become with the negligent torture by all synthetic
Water was it forced to swallow hard all fluids of hectic
Land was it diagnosed with a cancer of slow plague in the cell
Air did bleeding of all fresh had it become from the settled hell
Human destined were they to rule yet abuse emerged their ego
Dying may be Nature but reaction will not treat with regal


Beware be the responsible for their prisoner has power of destructive
No longer shall Nature absorb mankind's terror with constructive
Balance of all earthly condition does support root from the wind
Tool of value has it forever been used to course the planet's skin
But in addition can poison fuel the wind's vehicle to maximum
Point of breaking can wind unleash Nature with the pendulum
Quiet will no longer be Nature idle in standing by
Foresight will come with the storms to punish those with might


A tower of gales shall it tear apart all houses of mankind
Tides will erupt with anger to wash all those to the bind
Burn shall explosion cooperate with volcanoes for the share
Extrapolated be all ends of the heat spectrum beyond repair
Survival can longer not it be for the humans to this breeze
Nature wages the unmatched war till gone be the disease
Launching from her fissure shall come the monsters' end
For her ally of wind will one make the closing amend

Witness I have become to your nature of selfish hurt
Closing does my fist form towards your mind of dirt
Pain not only you contribute but plagues me from sight
Need more do I wish for justice to give you the smite
Being does it emphasize upon the soul of righteousness
Tempt me not for the enemy urge is the bringer of madness
Longer can I not endure your treacherous ego of none so clear
Dog you will be to this wolf for it will force upon you the sear


The ones you gave the hurt is the hurt of same forced upon me
For you are the deathly gas to wither my flowers of sweet
But withered will I not remain for your poison will you get the taste
Better to be the scared insect at first of my sight and flee post-haste
Or be the impala under fright from the chase by the enraged lion
A criminal sentenced to purgatory courtesy of the devil's scion
Such comparisons do I make for this boiling cauldron to equate
Your merciless strikes of lighting is the thunder to my hate


Caged can no longer resilience be the strength for this beast
Once this prison breaks with ill, serve you shall to my anger's feast
Should accomplished be the quest for your malicious blood
The knife will bathe in the very warmth of such a flood
Riddled you not be with words but by the sting of my bullet
Disguise may you hide as an angel but I am hell's curate
Light of false intend I arrange the force of disembark
Expose is the swimmer's blood to summon the evil shark


Declare I plant are the contagious seeds of a brutal war
Stained will be the land of your blood's entirety in store
Nightly psalm shall be the scream you suffer from my bite
Death is not the salvation, but it is the durability of my fight
Persecution will not be your past-time but your time of demise
Order must be the oar to surpass the river of chaos for the rise
The sky of blue shall red be the change from your blood of grunge
As your reign of evil before my deep breath will end by the plunge

now I realize why I smoke my cigarettes
because they taste like your mouth.
the nicotine courses through my veins
reminding me of your electric touch
making my body go numb
and my mind buzz.
these thoughts I can no longer ignore while inhaling the devil smoke into my charcoal lungs.
wishing I could forget how to inhale
because it only reminds me that
every breath is closer
to my last.

The leaves
Make death
Look beautiful