You find yourself so bored out of your mind,
that it becomes amusing to drive others out of theirs

Good girls will leave their heart at your doorstep
and days later, you'll have the pieces scattered around your bedroom

Your old drug of choice just doesn't seem to cut it any more,
but manipulation has never felt more addicting.

Make them say your name, make them tell you they love you
Keep that memory alive when you stop returning their calls
and when your words have cut deep enough, don't flinch when you see your mother cry for the first time
and don't think twice when you know that you're the reason why

Where did your feelings go?
You see how red your anger can be,
but do you remember what shade remorse is?
You prey on the people that love you most and run them dry
You feed off of their hope that maybe you'll change.
But you don't entertain the thought of love anymore
and you'll never see that people are not just another notch in your belt.

         On
  the
      Eighth
day,
    Amnesia
was
      created.
Because
         dreams
  can
       never
   die.


~~~

mercy-
left town
on a late night train-
running again
with no place left to go

and all tracks look the same
when the lights are burning low

mercy-
don't come knocking
'round my door
-anymore

mercy-
I need mercy-
I need some more

and all tracks look the same
when the lights are burning low

mercy-
where she's gone
i don't know

-mercy.

r ~ 9/14/14

Thy heart burns for love,
It burns for your touch.

My body shimmers,
Wanting to feel how close,
You can be.

Our hearts burn,
Fiery and refined.
As our souls entwined.

My love,
Thy fiery heart yearns for you.
It craves your soul..

It will burn still,
Even if you.
Are close.

You have opened all the valves
Of my attention.
Your hands stain with my rust.

My frame
It wakes
In dust.

You're getting good at setting up
Your spotlight and your stage.
The subtle flick
Between your lips
Reaches out to turn my page,

And my imagination
Rattles in its cage.