They say love heals all.
It doesn't.
They same time heals all.
It shouldn't.

There is a person
   Who has feelings
      Who is troubled
         Who does not deserve to die

               There is a person
                  Who makes me sad
                      Who makes me mad
                          Who does not deserve to die



There is a person
Who I want to hurt
Who I want to put in the dirt
Who deserves to die

He reminds me of myself
He can never be me

The Dove flies through
Gets trapped in gates
The Raven comes out
Gets ignored

The Dog runs through
Gets trapped in the gates
The Wolf comes out
Gets ignored

The man walks through
Gets trapped in the gates
The Man comes out
Gets ignored


The Gates of Hell

Mountains is the dead skin
Upon a once red surface
Come on in
To the cigarette lips

Gravel is the breath
Sometimes shaky
Come on in
To the cigarette lips


Murky is the soul
Once you touch them
Come one in
To the cigarette lips

And join us in infinity

A long time ago
A joker lived here
A long time ago
A fool lived here

The Joker struck the fool
The fool fell aghast
The Joker watched his tears
The fool was not crying

The fool struck the joker
The joker jumped away
The fool cried at his laughs
The joker was crying

A long time ago
The Joker has died
A long time ago
The Fool has cried

There once was a painter
He painted so much
The painter didn't talk so much
He painted over words

There once was a painter
He talked so much
The painter didn't paint so much
He had finally died

I am an addict
And it is so real
I am an addict
And they think it is bad

Little do they know
It is the last thing I feel
Little do they know
I am addicted to sad

I like to look behind me
And to gaze at all of done
And to find I've left a shadow
And to remember all the fun

As bright as my life
And as dark as my shadow
And as my shadow follows me
And as I see it grow

My shadow comes hungry
And I feed it all my sins
And I now look at my shadow
And I seem to see me

The prisoners do not speak
Their jumpsuits scream in orange
Help me
The color so flamboyant

The guards do not speak
Their uniforms scold in blue
No talking
The colors are true

The warden does not speak
His prison mumbles in gray
Suicide
But the colors have already died