And amidst all the darkness and hatred that floats about us in our midst, there seems to be a light. A sheer, uncompromising light that helps you glow. You. You and your amazing beauty, your radiance, your sweet bask. I feel warm when I am with you. The mystery of who you are or where I found you is just as ambiguous as your feelings are to me. I feel warm in freezing temperatures, cool in tropical climate. There is no feeling quite like it. Calm. Serenity. Balance. Mother of God in all of it's forms. A banquet for all five of my senses. A calm silent tear falls from my face as I write this, as I wish I could be wiping away yours. A silent farewell to thee my lady, my love as I dream pleasant dreams of how one day you will be in my arms. Silent. Soft. My beloved white angel in the arms of this dark, ill tempered demon. I give you sweet dreams, my dear. Whoever you are.

Oh, no one seeks a partner with a beautiful mind.
It is all beautiful bodies and *****.
A girl with no other options seems to be what I'll find,
and it really makes me sick.

I could paint a picture of serenity and love
in a vast and epic view.
I seem to have none of the above
and I want you to have mine too.

Call me bitter.
Call me jealous.
Call me what you will.

None seem to understand what I am getting at,
but hopefully soon you will.

Let me take you back a decade or so.
A young, fat, spotty faced teen
thinks one day he will sometime know
love and *** through another person instead of sticky magazines.

He wastes his time looking for another soul
for years upon years until he is no longer a boy.
His short, wide ***** finally finds a hole
and it brings him great joy.

He thought *** was great hoping to do it again,
although for a while it didn't much to his chagrin.
He caves in and spends money on ill gotten ******,
sadly he he gets bored and quickly finds it to be a filthy chore.

At his wits end, suicidal and sad
wanting nothing but a woman's love,
things were looking bad
until something came out of the darkness, an angel from above.

She was young and beautiful,
he could not deny.
The good times were bountiful
and he never told a lie.

He was happy and angst free for around 8 months
but the angel was a traitor and he was a putz.
A drunken ******* with no remorse.
The end had come and run the course.

Call it sad
Call it tragic
Call it what you will

I now understand it
and I hope you do too.

Now he travels this barren sea
of bros and hos and endless stupidity
with no hope, no cares,
no *** and no love.

Wishing he could do something with another
instead of hate.
He needs a new lover.
He needs a new mate.

"****!" he shouts with a frog in his throat,
"Why can't I be happy while everyone gloats?"
In is defense, life isn't quite fair
to those without muscles and dye in their hair.

And now all he does is silently weep,
listen to Elliott Smith, and shout in his sleep.

Call him an emo
Call him a loser
Call him what you will.

The moral is for you to quit being arrogant and judgmental, slutty and stupid.
There are men and women out there who wish they could.

Bang bang
**** ****
Aw ****
I work it through a hose
and **** out the deluge
Cardboard houses
and razor **** straps
And my eye is dilating
as my heart races
I explode in a rage
Of wind and acid
A blow tube in my vein
A blackened eye
A cigarette between two lips
A train exiting the station
'All aboard!
**** **** yeah!
I do k-k-k ******* and k-k-k crystal **** and k-k-k ******.
Blasphemous cheese
Black holes
Brown eyes
Poopie trim
Unwinding ecstacy
Driven by speed anger and vengeance
Running behind the booming
Urination of oil and sludge
From my tail pipe
Blue Velvet
Black cake
Purple hoses
Red tubing
Nose bleed
Big cheese
**** me
Venom
Cruelty
Sage wisdom
Magic sage
Marijuana
Marijuana
Marijuana
I am not jesus
I am just a ******
I am just a ******
I am just a creep
a ******
a cheat
a lie
a ****
a cheap little ****
****!
**** away.
Blow up!
AHHHHHHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Al­l play and no work makes Jackie boy lazy.
Rage
Rage
Death
End this brain flow!

BANG!

Anger bleeds
as I rise from my tomb.
A stranger needs
the cancer out of her womb.

The meat rots at the foot of the banshee.
A ****** smiles as HE becomes the victim.
Realization is worth a thousand prayers.
Welcome home.
Death.

Less violence
More silence

A tear rolls from my eye
As I silently wonder why
This aching pain
Of which you are to blame
Consumes me on this day
On this bittersweet bed on which I lay

No words can keep my sadness
From flowing from my fingers
Onto this platform on which I type
This poem,
this writing,
these chicken scratches
Will serve as nothing but ephemeral reminiscences
Of what joy you used to bring me.

We can't (couldn't) keep going
We have no one to blame but ourselves
It is time to keep on trucking
Move on
And hope for someone/something new

It is a brutal, grim, meat hook realization that we are not good for each other and it is very hard to accept.
I think, 10 years from now we may either look at this point in our lives as either nothing but a flight of fancy or something we had that we were not able to contain very well that was at times equally magical and horrid.
A deep Fear surrounded our relationship and there was not enough Support from either side to make it last.
Things fade.
Time has a way of showing how Stupid and Miserable everyone was.
You fell in love with a drunken *******.
I fell in love with a **** disguised as a fallen angel.
Looking back one year, we never would have thought this is how we would be spending the anniversary of our first kiss.
Our first moment.
We were crazy.
We still are.
I don't want resentment anymore.
I don't want your love.
I just want acknowledgement today.
I want you to find someone in your school that reminds you of me in one form or another and give him a hug, because you need it, I need it and judging who he reminds you of, he probably needs it to.
I will acknowledge you today in the only way I know how.
Inebriation whilst listening to Elliott Smith.
May I never do it again.
This is my send off.
Jackie
Be careful.
I still care about you.
I wish you nothing but the best.
If I didn't I wouldn't have written a poem and a brief essay today.
Have fun with life.
Now I can be happy.
This is a fitting end.
Resolution is mine.

No violence
Just silence

One year.
It doesn't seem that long.
One year.
I think hard while writing this song.

We were so happy then
deep in the thralls of lust.
It was so much better then
when we weren't just echoes in the dust.

One year.
I'm not much of a writer.
One year.
The past was so much brighter.

A week had past
until we fell in love.
I wished it could last
until our spirits rose above.

One year.
This song is almost done.
One year.
I can't say I didn't have fun.

Now it's gone
and all I can say
is I'm sad I'm done.
I'm sad we drifted away.

Let's stay amiable.
Let's keep in touch.
Let's not end up in shambles.
Let hope shine when there isn't much.

Happy anniversary
Happy anniversary
Happy anniversary
Happy anniversary

Meat for sale.
****** meat.
Face bled pale,
oh what a treat.

Pound of flesh.

Skin drying from a hook.
****** scalps top pretty dummies.
I am trying to read a taxidermy book.
Maybe stuffed bodies can make me some money.

Pound of flesh.

Selfish clam
gives no damns.
Angry wiener
is not a winner.

Bad ***
All ***
No ***
Good ***

Drunken folly,
me so solly.
Moaning rapture.
Fluids capture.

Right ***
Old ***
New ***
Wrong ***

Did you know that if you have one ball bigger than the other it is hard to eloquently pull of a bullfrog with your sack?

I'm coming
I'm coming
I'm coming
I'm coming
I'm coming
I'm coming

A deep red hue drips from his eyes.
Bleak ideas being entertained by the executioner.
A sharp knife tells truths that no word can.
He slowly carves down the middle with intent to remove the heart.
No gasps or shrieks of pain as death has already set in.
The bored executioner sighs and a sparkling tear drops from behind his hood.
"I have done more than my share for this poor man. The rest is for the worms."
He removes his hood and cleans his blade.
"I need to **** something."
He leaves his chamber of death to frequent the nearby brothel.
He approaches the madam and asks for "the one with the ***."
A tall young lady with orange hair and a behind that could easily hold a cup of the finest vino whilst she is standing appears.
She is "dressed" in a tiny bra covering only most of her ******* and a pair of shorts so tight her ***** lips are visible.
"How the hell did you even get that pair of shorts on that big ol' ***?" the executioner asks.
She begins to talk, but it is mostly mindless ambiance to the executioners ears.
He interrupts her jabbering, throws down a thousand dollars taken from his blood stained jeans and grabs the well endowed young lady and takes her back to the room upstairs, unknowing of the fact that she will never be seen alive again...

Killer emotions about killers killing people
while I sing a pretty song about love.
I am not the only preacher in the steeple
to a God that doesn't reside above.

The voices tell me I am powerful.
That there are people who deserve to die.
The blood tastes sour. Full
of disease and monoxide.

Can you hear when the fire pops?
Can you see when the vein explodes?
Can my thoughts border on sublime?
Can my voice continue to lie?

Struggle
Struggle
Struggle
Struggle

Can you hear when the fire pops?
Can you see when the vein explodes?
Can my thoughts border on sublime?
Can my voice continue to lie?

Hurt you
Hurt you
Hurt you
Hurt you
Stop...

I think the bottle has become uncorked.
I think I could have stopped it,
but I know it wouldn't have worked.
This slew of madness is about to unfold.
I wonder if I can die young
before I grow old.
The darkness compounds frustration.
The hate on which I feed
will breed creation.

A new personality.
A new vibe.
A new rationality.
A new tribe.

I will emerge from this cocoon
better and more beautiful than I once was.
Fly away,
fly away from here.

I have issues to work on.
These issues don't work.
My issues tend to darken
and make me become a ****.

I smell it in the air.
I smell it in the air.

I wish I could express myself better.
I can't think of the words.
The blood on my head gets wetter,
it tends to attract the birds.

I smell it in the air.
I smell it in the air.

Change sweet change.

I will never cry over you
I will never worry for you
I would never beat it to
I would never even care to

Never write a word again
This time I am gone for good

I will start a ******* gain
You won't have to push it in

No words can describe this
Always knew it would end like this

I have never felt this good
You think it hasn't, but it's understood

Hey!
Hey!
Hey!
You know you're right
You know you're right
You know you're right

It's so amazingly bright in here
I no longer have to fear

I will start with someone else
Someone else will have to help

You don't even begin to care
The life I lead will help repair

The burden you lift
Will help me shift

I thought you gave a ****
Yet I always knew it would come to this

I will never see you again
You are nothing more than a stain

Hey!
Hey!
Hey!
Hey!
Hey!
You know you're right
You know you're right
You know you're right
You know you're right
You know you're right
You know you're right
You know you're right
You know you're right
You know you're right
You know you're right
You know you're right
You know you're right
You know you're right
You know you're right
You know you're right
You know you're right
You know you're right

Pain...

So I thought I could trust you.
So I thought I could look you in the eye.
I couldn't trust you today though I really wanted to.
The **** you did made me want to die.

You think that you're in pain.
Well hey, that's part of being insane.

Hey, that's part of being insane.

To think of all these things
I have written about you.
These sweet songs my heart brings.
Well, anger writes songs too.

You think that you're alone.
Well, it's just due to your tone.

Well, it's just due to your tone.

Mistrust breeds anger.
Anger breeds hate.
Hate brings us danger,
and it may just be too late.

It may just be too late.
It may just be too late.
It may just be too late.
It may just be too late.

****!

She says hello.
I give a distant reply.
I really don't know
the where, the how or why.

I keep hoping for some kind
of dream to realize.
She haunts the visions in my mind.
I try to keep these sighs from becoming cries.

I can't stop dreaming
of the love I have.
I can't stop dreaming
of the love I have.

Why the hell must I sleep alone?
Why the hell can't I hear you on the phone?

My eyes tear up
from all of these thoughts.
I just can't stop
thinking of you, whom I have not.

I wish I were stronger
than I am being right now.
That I could be with you longer,
but I just don't know how.

I can't stop dreaming
of the love I have.
I can't stop dreaming
of the love I have.

Why the hell must I worry?
Why the hell? I am sorry.

I can't stop thinking
I can't stop dreaming
I can't stop worrying
I can't stop loving

You.
You.
You.
You.

I think I'm crazy.
Others will conclude the same.
Muddled brain is hazy,
makes everything seem so lame.

Do you know a freak when you see it?
A blistered monkey on my back.
Do you know a creep when you ***** him?
Another ****** has a heart attack.

I think you may be wrong.
Normal wastes the day away.
I wearily write this song,
as I try to begin my day.

Do you know a freak when you see it?
A blistered monkey on my back.
Do you know a creep when you ***** him?
Another ****** has a heart attack.

Not to exclaim "I'm a killer!"
But you see my knife is in your back.
Jesus claimed that we're all sinners,
and we all have some **** to smack.

Do you know a freak when you see it?
A blistered monkey on my back.
Do you know a creep when you ***** him?
Another ****** has a heart attack.

Another ****** has a heart attack.

How long has it been?
A while I am sure.
Positive I love you,
Positive I 'm not through.
You are my favorite love.

Because you are beautiful,
Intelligent and cool.
Really wish I could be with you,
To share the ambiance and view.
Happy doesn't begin to
Describe the feelings you give me.
A few minor problems can't keep me away from
Your sweet embrace.

Just can't tell others how much you mean to me.
A cute voice and face and so much more,
Could I count myself as one of the lucky? It
Kills me to think about the times we are apart.
It makes me sad, however I want you to know that you are
Everything to me and I love you with all of my heart.

**** on my hands
Feet steeped in dirt
My back pains to stand
My raw **** begins to hurt

Excuse my vulgarity as it is not my intent
Excuse my anger as it tends to become violent
Excuse yourself for your ignorance and malice
Excuse my voice, if you want quiet crazy go ask Alice

Watch my face as I start to grin
It kinda ***** to watch you win

My aggression teaches lesson
My death is all that is left

Watch the water as it turns black
Black as my soul
Black as coal

My sin is your deliverance
My goal is your difference

Can't you see how blind I am?
Cant you feel how hurt I am?
Wash the blood of of my hand
Wish you luck I don't give a ****

Can you people guess my direction?
It has become hard to maintain *******
The voices blend into a shout
Hard for me to figure it out.

If you want sleep
Don't be a creep
For your soul will weep
For your eyes will start to bleed.

I can hope you decipher my message
If not well **** my guesses
Of your thoughts and intentions
All apologies of which I speak
Can't help when my eyes don't blink

Could I be an adventurer and be romantic?
Could you be a dark beauty and torture me?
Could our daughter be macabre and evil?
Could our son be fat and homely?
Could my brother be bald and creepy?
Could my mother be a witch and curse?
Can a servant be eight feet tall?
Can a severed hand solve all of our problems?
Can my cousin be made of hair?
Can we be The Addams Family?

Dozens of voices
scream out at once
in different tones and accents
each with it's own personality.

I don't blink,
I don't sigh,
I don't think,
I don't cry.

You will never understand
angst like this.
You will never understand
rage like this.

I know why,
I won't stare,
I don't lie,
I don't care.

One little voice remains
telling me to stop.
I erase it.
I erase myself.

Blink and you'll miss it.

What the hell is wrong?
What the hell have I become?

Another useless ****
pulled apart from the middle.
No ******* luck!
No, not even a little.

What the hell is wrong?
What the hell have you become?

Another selfish lie
pours out your hole.
You must be ******* high!
No ******* soul.

What the hell is wrong?
What the hell have we become?

Two estranged *****.
Can't keep peace.
Waiting for our fix!
Won't break the leash.

If I could run,
I would take a gun (with me)
Sing this song,
Sing this song as I cry (with you)

If I die, won't you?

I don't care
to cut my hair.
Realism is important
on Halloween.
I may be bald,
but ******,
I'll still be ****.
With my visor,
shades,
smoke holder,
Hawaiian shirt,
and khaki shorts.
Everything will be just
GONZO.

I want to be depressing.
I want to be depressed.
If I did it wouldn't solve anything.
I couldn't give any less.

There are things in my possession
I can't get rid of no matter how I try.
I won't ever learn my lesson,
no matter how much I cry.

I think I could leave right now.
Go somewhere and not exist.
I will disappear without you knowing how.
I don't think there is more than this.

Stop following.
Stop caring.
Stop wallowing.
Stop staring.

I will bleed,
for years upon years.
I don't like what I breed,
tears and fears.

If love begets hate,
then this shall end mine.
One last kiss, one last date,
one more embrace, one more time.

I wish it would go away,
I wish it could end right here.
I just want you to stay,
I just want to make it a year.

Start searching.
Start moving.
Start living.
Start loving.

We can start over.
We can start again.

I can feel it again.

Warmth.
Warmth.
Warmth.
Warmth.

*****,
with butts.
***** between thighs,
dark circles under eyes.
Fat ***** in their mouths,
****** and lubes in their house.
Under beds and in plastic sealed bags.
Don't do drugs and become crusty old hags.
I love *****. They are underrated. Never say no.
They live for ***, they live for **** to blow.

Hard and can't stroke.
I wish you were here.
I would make you choke.
I am far and my moans you won't hear.

I want to ****.
****.
****.
****.

A gun shoots off,
a train enters a tunnel.
The volcano doesn't stop,
the fist begins to pummel.

I need to come.
Come.
Come.
Come.

I am drenched in sweat.
I am out of breath.
Please if you would let
me ******* to death.

Large
Stupid
*******.

Boredom kills
cheap thrills.
Nothing to do,
no one to *****.
No drugs
No *****
No smokes
No fun
Think I will sit
for a bit.
Think as I scratch and twitch.
Neurotic fears
****** fantasies
Sociopathic comments
Psychopathic actions
I don't care anymore.
The fuse has been lit
and there is no water for miles.
Bang bang *******
bang bang boom.
Amongst the rubble a bitter poem
A poet in trouble that shouldn't have been left alone.
Burnt
Charred
Dead.
Smells like...
Agony
Fear
Dumbness
Numbness
Aggression
Depression
Hate.
­Hate.
Hate.
Hate.

Do you like it here?
Are you as warm as you appear?
Living on a cloud
going softly not loud
into the abyss
molded by a fluid
of unintelligible life
in a glowing retina
of a super sentient being
in space.

I love your
clean glow
from which
the warmth
transcends
unto me.

Smack me so I can feel
Awake
Awake
Awake
Awake

Blow a load.
I would like it loose.
I don't care when or why.
I just need it.
Seven hundred ten just ahead.
Smoking would be nice.
I want to wreck everything you have.
I am like a parasite.
I ****
I ****
I ****
I ****.

Why are you scared?
Why must I shout?
There's nothing there
in my head, just let me out.

Every time I breathe,
think of a time to bleed.
Every time I breathe,
I feel like we should breed, yeah.

Now watch, just watch
as I blow your mind.
Feeling as if I'm after you.
This knife, this blade
it shimmers bright.
I will slice you if I'm wanting to.

Yet every time I breathe,
I feel as if it is my last.
Every time I breathe,
sleep the death red dream, yeah.

Sleep the death red dream.

Anger at the world
For nothing but the people
With my lip curled
As they **** upon their steeple

I watch mildly amused
As you **** and lie and hurt
******* everything you've abused

If I would die
I would watch my friends lie

About the amazing intelligence
and beautiful voice.

"Oh, he was a good man, I'm gonna miss him."

Good man?
Sick man more like it.
Sick of the ******* masses and their ejaculatory comments.

Watch it blow.
I am I am I am
What the hell have I?
Here I come.

To be stuck without a voice,
to be stuck without a life.
Don't be afraid of the noise,
don't be afraid of strife.

Existential value can be found within.
Aesthetic value can be found within.

Life doesn't fear death,
it embraces it.

Coexist with your own inner peace.
Happiness is 20 minutes away.

Home is reaching nearer with every passing moment for all of us.
I know there is a plague coming.

Hey now, hey now
don't dream it's over.

Cannot find the words to say,
think I'll say something anyways.
Warm hands clasp around my waist,
white fluid doesn't go to waste.

Watching
losing
gaining
*******

I thought of something intelligent,
out of my mind is where it went.
Myself is growing at a rate most arrogant,
my hands are blistered thinking of the time I've spent

waiting
wanting
stroking
*******

It's like being in a warm vat of viscous fluid when you are here,
and like being in a hive of razor stinger bees with rabies when you are not.
Comfortable buzz of which no drug can muster.
You are better than opiates.
My face so bitter and coarse, glows like florescent tubing in a flaming wreck.
No tears,
no anger,
just magic.
Magic I can't ignore.
Magic I must conjure.
As sinful as Satan himself.
My bewitching *****.

It is bliss,
the suffering.
Lamentations such as this
end up smothering.

The kid,
the Christ,
the *******,
the confused.

The unimaginable gift
inside my head.
The knife I lift
will end you dead.

The blood,
the sorrow,
the ***,
the end.

Breaking my chains
scarring my brain.
I think I may be insane.

Rattle in my throat
scar on my hand.
Writing this note
as if I had a plan.

Watch as all the pretty people go by,
my hope, my dream is just to stay high.

Away from the ignorance of this town,
I am the prince of depravity with a thorny crown.

Breaking my chains
scarring my brain.
I think I may be insane.

I think I may be insane.

You try so hard,
so hard to please.
Nothing comes
to you with ease.

I take my time,
watching the clouds roll by
as they slowly turn to grey.
For the times I was high
never took the thoughts away.

Leave it behind.
Leave it behind.

I cried so much,
I hurt so bad,
thinking about
the time we had.

Wash it away,
all the thoughts were there,
in the flesh under my hair.
Still thinking it would go somewhere.

Leave it behind.
Leave it behind.

Be free.
Be free, yeah.
No one give a ****.

I say
you say,
Nothin' smart on facebook.

Ignore, ignore
smoke a joint
repeat.

**** a ****,
shoot some junk.
Junkies are heroes.

Hey!
****!
****!
Consume!
Repeat!
Just repeat.
Just repeat.

I am in a funk.
A ****** funk.
A funky ****** funk.
A fucky funky funked ****** funk.

Depression.
Oh, me.
Big freaky me.
Love me.
I hate you.
Pick me.

One out of millions of zeros.

Ohio.
****.
Canada, oh Canada.
What a place to be.

Decision to make.
Leave it all behind.
Watch the blood drip.
Cry deeply.

0 out of a sea of 1s.

Kinda wide ,
kinda snug
I don't mind
who I love.

In my bed,
your bed.
I try it
doesn't matter

Oh,
I can laugh.
You can scream.
I wanna stop.
I don't wanna cream.
I don't give a ****,
we can start to bleed.

It's done
It's done
It's done
It's done

Lets come!

I'm thinking about becoming a pornographer.
I'm thinking about sitting behind a camera.
I'm thinking about being an unseen voice.
I'm thinking about nobody seeing any part of me
except my **** while it's being ******.

I'm thinking gingers with tight *****.
I'm thinking emo girls with *******.
I'm thinking of beauty being manipulated.
I'm thinking tall, slender, bearded men with long hair pounding the **** out of the biggest ****** in town.

***** attract me.
It just depends on my behavior.
I have a ****.
A nice one.
With ***** that make it look tiny.

I love ******
I love ******
I love ******.
I love ******.

I love you how you are.
Everything.
Your face,
your hair,
your voice,
your ****,
your smile.
Don't disregard them.
Enjoy yourself for
who you are.
My blasphemous angel.
My dream girl.
My counterpart to the
******* sideshow.
Don't stop being who
you are.

I love you so much it makes me dumb.
I ****** you up, and so am I, **** it.
If I could taste you again, I would feel better again.
I'm drunk and ****** up. I want to stop caring. ****.
If I could change for you I would. I can't. I won't.
I like being me and I like you how you are.

I can't stop.
I won't stop.
I love you.
**** the world.

I'm stuck.
You're stuck.

I love my hate
So single and pure
It is never late
And I'm not too sure

Haphazard cuts
On your milky white face
A red door shuts
The vacant space

Bleeding down I am so clean
Let me view the sky so bleak
If you smile it must not work
******* clean from a ****** ****

If I **** you
Oh, will you be mine?

If I **** you
Oh, will you be mine?

Bled down I am now clean
I saw the skies, and they were weak
You started to cry, it started to work
I am raw, and I am the ****

Degradation, mutilation
procrastination, contemplation.

Do you ever wonder why
the world eats at your insides?
Do you ever wonder how
come sometimes you wanna die?

It's not what you did when you were young.
It's not what you'll do when you grow old.
It's the choices you make in the here and now.
And I don't want to stop myself for anyone or anything.

Not a ******* thing can hold me back.
Not one ******* person can stop me.
Even you.
Even you.
Even you.
Even
you.

Degradation, mutilation
procrastination, contemplation

So I know it could be worse
My throat will be bleeding by next verse
I could hurt for a thousand years
Drowning myself in a ocean of tears

Slowly falling into a pitch black void
I could have left with you being mildly annoyed
Instead it was like my love was *****
The words don't come out so motions I aped

The sword that pierced my heart
Was a sword of lust

The sword that pierced my heart
Was a sword of lust

I reach into my skin
Pull out nothing and proceed to sin
I am nothing but flesh destruction
Nothing leaves without detection

A petty truth I leave unto you
Think with your head and before you do
Disregard that puny ***** you call your heart
It will destroy you, love will tear you apart

The sword that pierced my heart
Was a sword of lust

The sword that pierced my heart
Was a sword of lust

LUST!
LUST!
LUST!

I pull you in with these tales of misfortune.
To make you feel better about the **** life you have.
No sympathy here.
Just a whole lot of misery.
Misery loves company.
Join me (us)
Join me (us)
Join us (me)
Join us (me)

Someone ease my pain.
It is seeping through my eyes
onto my skin.

****** wrists
and broken fists
mean nothing anymore.

Tears of a lonely buffoon
fill up all the debris in the room.

I take this as a sign
or a reaction,
maybe a reflection
of the pain I have caused.

My eyes sting,
my knuckles swell
while I sing
this song in my personal hell.

Take this as it comes
as it shall pass.
Pass
Pass
Pass
Pass
Pass it away.

I am doing fine without you.
I don't cry.
I have found someone else.
We are doing great together.
I love her.
You can't do better than me.
You won't last without me.
I could have you back anytime.

I want to ease you out of the mess you've gotten into.
I want to be the one to save you from it.
I want you to not have to worry about deceit or suspicion.
I want you to snap out of your 3 year coma.

If I could end it all for you, I would be the happiest I've been in a very long time.
Your beauty is only matched by your strength to endure and your blind loyalty to a man that doesn't deserve it.
I have more respect for you than all of my friends for that.
I wish I could have that much devotion in my life, with my relations.
If only I had you.

You are so ****** unique, so ****** beautiful.
I want to end your pain, but I don't know how.
I cry for you.
I cry for the day you wake up.

I want to ease you out of the mess you've gotten into.
I want to be the one to save you from it.
I want you to not have to worry about deceit or suspicion.
I want you to snap out of your 3 year coma.

If I could end it all for you, I would be the happiest I've been in a very long time.
Your beauty is only matched by your strength to endure and your blind loyalty to a man that doesn't deserve it.
I have more respect for you than all of my friends for that.
I wish I could have that much devotion in my life, with my relations.
If only I had you.

You are so ****** unique, so ****** beautiful.
I want to end your pain, but I don't know how.
I cry for you.
I cry for the day you wake up.