It's when you get old that the monsters you thought were long dead take a hold
again
and I wonder if all that pain was worth it or worth ****,

Paul with his Nembutal woke up in the hospital and died five minutes later.

It's always later when we think about it and then sometimes it's too late to think.

They told me that Cath' who smoked crack and was as thin as a lath could **** down that pipe and blow smoke out of her ***,

urban myths

I never miss the things I used to think I'd miss
thinking about, but I see it in my dreams, the roundabout,
the swinging doors, the ****** and the street *****
selling more than they had for some more of what more they could get.

Jackson and his chemicals
made it look industrial
which in a way it was
because
it poisoned us all.

The worst type of sadness is when you want to cry, but no tears come out...

It's funny, isn't it? How beauty and art can come out of pain...

It used to be candy and costumes and fun
Now it’s just school and clowns holding guns

I used to dress up and go trick-or-treating
Now I don’t even join the candy eating

I want to go out and never grow up
But now I’m alone. I guess I’m just ******.

My friends are too cool for Halloween
They call me a child. Oh they’re so mean

I just want free candy. It’s not much to ask.
Just walk with me. It’s a simple task.

But no they won’t go. too lazy they say.
Guess no celebrating. Inside i’ll stay.

cry,cry
my little girl
from the depth of your heart
and the bottom of my soul.
to the tears tthat speak,
to every lie i told,
to every love of yours,
i thank.
now,THE FIREFLY RETURNS.