You sit there complaining,
Your life isn't quite what you thought.
All you're doing is retaining,
What **** is fed to you and taught.

Ignorant to the suffering,
Caring less and less each day.
Just waiting for the buffering,
And that final weeks pay.

You think your contributing?
You think your improving?

Hate to rain on your parade of facades,
But nobody cares,
You first world gutter ****.

It's been 3 years.
3 years we haven't heard your voice,
Seen your face, laughed with you.
You lived one month in the new year,
3 years ago, before you decided
Life wasn't getting any better.

I thought remembering you would get hard,
But I've never done anything easier.
I remember the dream I had after you left,
You had come back for just one day,
To say your farewells and make amends.

I hope I never forget that dream.

Well Martin, you're not forgotten, you're still missed, you're still loved. I hope your at peace.


           -Your Friend

I've collected for years.
Not only coins, and stamps,
But grudges and hate.
A collection of hate the size of Jay Leno's car collection.
Back in the medieval days I could act on my hate,
I could go out and **** and not be judged.
These days, I have to let it fester inside me...

Dear ****** Departed,
You always deserved better,
Now you're ****** by the Gods.
Sworn to be remembered,
But bound to be forgotten.
**** you, dear departed.

The land that was three,
That became One.
At the hands, unified by a Scudder.
An island, free from plastered ads,
And fake lives.
A place that mother nature
Will brutally beat in the worst of times,
A place that mother nature
Will bless in the most common of times.
My heaven is waiting for me there,
Just south.

I want to **** like they do it on T.V.
It's always so easy.
I want to feel like they do on T.V.
It's always so real.

"Every man has a beast inside"

Well I want to uncage mine.
I want to set the monster free.
You'll see, nothing will be fine,
When the beast is loose, that is me.

My Kingdom come,
My will be ******* done.

I'm sick of all the lies,
I'm through with the *******.
We're all just mayflies,
Spawning into our grit.
I sought you in my dark age,
But what I found was abandonment.
Now I've been left with hate and rage,
Now within my thoughts, you're ancient.
Your ******* dead to me.
You abandoned me.
You destroyed me.
But *******,
I still don't need you.
I'll crush your kingdom,
Burn it to the god ****** ground,
I'll rebuild it all and spit in your face.