I've lost my voice, misplaced or hidden by me.
Quarantined and deemed unclean, I'd rather kick this chair and choke.
This broken record playing, static pitch inside my head
Most tragic note I've ever formed.

You mourn that which I consider normal.
I swore refusal of logic resolve.
You called my bluff, and my throat choked up.

Don't call
This love.

I know that which you see as sacred.
We grow together with no need for words.
Your mind grabs me, leaves me gasping.

Don't call
This love.

My voice returns in vibrant resolve.
Echoes freely, hopelessness swiftly absolved.
Let's just enjoy this.

Don't call
This love.
Let's just
Enjoy this.
Don't call
This love.

Where's my grave?
Simply unfair
You didn't save
A place somewhere.
Too weak to dig
Myself a hole.
Incinerate
Someplace, alone.

You say you're trapped
Inside yourself.
Hostile to my
Indifference felt.
Won't fully grasp
This tragic fact.
My body lives.
That's all I have.

Just wanna ****
Until I die.
So, let's just ****
And say goodbye.

Hands around the neck
In search of dying breath.
***** nails dig in.
Hoarse cries begin to thin.
I'm not dreaming.
I'm not thinking.
Lost all touch. please, don't wake up.
No, don't wake up.

Hemorrhagic ecstasy while bathing in your tears.
Innocence exhumed for you after twenty short-lived years.
Cheek to cheek
In my arms
Don't wake up.
Please, don't wake up.

Heartbreak may pull me down
Haunted by all I've found
Live and let live
Don't forget, just forgive

Drugs and depression may seek me
Blatant confession has saved me
Bite, spit, kick, and fight
Rage against the dying of the light

Kindred spirits may uplift me
Pithy quotes may stick with me
Still I know my role, sacrifice the one to satisfy the whole
If ignorance is bliss, intelligence is meaningless

Menthol drops stop inflamed, bursting lines and sanitize glass eyes
Leaving opaque walls behind
Perceptions consist of persistent resistance, lists never ending, refusing to change, shallow blame twists into shame
As the drops start failing

I did it again, I let her back in
I knew where to go, but I went where I've been
I did it again, I let her back in
I knew where to go, but I went where I've been
Cursing birth at death
Wrapping my hands 'round her neck

And stealing her last breath

Heard those deadened footsteps
Stark-black, solemn eyes met
Clawing, withered hands crept frantically groping in darkness
Searching for the exit, sweating toxic, life detainment
Lids from coffins open
Wispy curses spoken
Tranquil dreams are stolen
Knotted rope broke again

A backwoods lobotomy filling a five-gallon bucket
While her parents watched in earnest
Her head was just too big
I think she is pregnant
Then take care of it, just use the rusty coat hanger method
This bucket will need emptying first
Feed the slop to the swine
It looks like you two are going to be grandparents
This grotesque, mutilated corpse of an unborn
No, it looks like the pigs will be well-fed in the morning
How long until slaughter?
Hurry up and it will be done