I don’t really have night terrors
Sweat
Blood
Fear
I used to have ****** up dreams
Now it’s when I wake up
Think about my own life
That’s when the terror sets in
Pounds of adrenaline
Pumping through a vegetable
With skeleton eyes
**** or fight mode
I fear I might die today
Or worse
Have to cast it past myself again
In pain
Of whip of possession
Why is it always possession
Escaping into my notes
When so many brighter words fade
Without their due
This is far too much for what
It’s worth
Black gloves do stain my arms
Do sting
And bruise and cuff
And it is not enough
To describe the circumstances of
Cruelty
More graphically
It does not do to dwell
On what is legal
Justice loves us
Not enough and
Everyone is potentially
A psychopath
So lock it up
Where it’s safe enough
They ***** us out
If we get too loud
The quota was meant for us

Whatever I eat I have no hunger
Just gut pain
Dilated and constricted all over
Taking and it just keeps going
I keep smoking
High or low
Can't get it out
I can't get it out
It's starving me out
I am in pain!
And the dialogues just keep
Scrolls of them rolling
Noises from the bathroom
No one's home
Distant triggers from real surroundings
Bringers back to life
The orchestra
Eyes prune in sockets
Can't close 'em
What do I need
To be so ******* awake for anyway?
Water want nothing
I am rabid

The sea the sea
She calls to me
Waver no more
Plunge soundlessly
Into a depth
Of restful blue
That cunningly deceives
These reflecting eyes
Oh! Fatal power

The sea the sea
Entices me
With her lamentations
Of life’s first stir
Impressed upon cobbles
Tossed to the shore

Come swim with me
She calls
The sea the sea
Waver no more
Dash to me

Hookers and blow, hookers and blow
Welcome, welcome to Hookers & Blow
Come on in, we’ve got hookers and blow
Hookers and blow

Gotta get my hookers and blow
Don’t you know? Hookers and blow
Haven’t you heard? Hookers and blow
Hookers and blow

Get some today! Hookers and blow
Sir or Madam, hookers and blow
Everyone’s on some hookers and blow
Hookers and blow

The whole world over
Hookers and blow
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Hookers and blow

Gotta get a taste of hookers and blow
Never get sick of hookers and blow
Never had better hookers and blow
Hookers and blow

His mouth is full of hookers and blow
Her hair is full of hookers and blow
My soul is full of hookers and blow
Hookers and blow

I am so sick of
Can’t get enough of
Wanna be the best at
We are just the best at

Hookers and blow
Hookers and blow
Hookers and blow
Hookers and blow

Can’t live without my hookers and blow
Hookers and blow, hookers and blow
Make me out of hookers and blow
Hookers and blow

Hang me from your nostrils
Stick me up your tailpipe
Bag me up and sell me
Some more of those hookers and blow

My soul
My soul is the most beautiful thing on paper
My soul wants a lover
My soul wants a lover I don’t have to ****
Jesus Christ, I don’t want to ****

My soulmate
My soulmate is not here on paper
My soulmate is not a lover I have to ****
Jesus Christ, get over yourself
I don’t want to ****

My soul, baby child
Does not want to **** your lover
My soul, man
Is not your cadaver to touch
Is not your cadaver to cut

My soul is not here for more lovers to ****
Can I say it any louder?
It is the most beautiful thing on paper!
My soul is in tatters and blown
By all the ***** to ****

Soulmate?
I am glad my soulmate is not here
To see me cry
To crave my ****
My soul is a lover I don’t have to touch

Hey you
My soul is beautiful
Fragile
And ****** enough
Keep your open roses to yourself

I want to consume your shape
Your silhouette
The vignette of the light behind you
A sizable man
I like your shape and
The cartoonish wisp of your hair
I want to consume your hair
And wear it on mine
I want to consume your outline
And if you let me stick around
That’s what I’d do
And what you’d do, too
Because we labor over love
But truly live to consume
I like the shape of you
I want to eat your hair

You’re beautiful
You were new the second I saw you
How can you be so ******* ugly?
And every time I look at you there’s always two
Would it **** that one if I made love to you?
Maybe, god help me, it would **** me, too
The ones I should hate, I love
The ones I should love
Consume
Look at them, baby
They look right through
Them strings sing to the walls but them boys won’t sing to you
They sing to the walls and you look like them, too
I wrote this for her and I’ll write it on you
You look just ******* like her
Write it on your face so I can look right through
Look at me with truth!
What do I have to do?
I am manic depression to you
Fueled by passionate rage and I live to consume
I was new the second I saw you and now
I don’t know what to do
Listen to Jimi, baby, he’ll walk you through
I have a little red button over my heart and it’s grown
It’s true
And one day when that button gets big enough I’ll self-destruct
Molotov to something new
Has anyone noticed that part of my heart?
Which part was it that you wanted to see again?
Oh yes, to the left
Not to be self-righteous in this moment
My eyes glazed over, too
And I run the gauntlet of names to scream in this moment
Whatever it takes to make me look at you
We **** like animals so we don’t have to look at you
We **** like animals with our eyes closed so we can see two
I am your doppelganger and the second you saw me
You knew

Those hounds of hell
Those phantoms black
One goes forward
One stays back

A rhythm forever pulsing
Beating
Flowing
Melting
Through fingertips
Through the spine
Through the very fibers
Of the mind
Time
I’m forever chasing
Hunting
Searching
For more
Just a fragment
A taste
A stitch
Cause to find
Where yours and mine
Intertwine

And when I lay dying on floorboards
Totems planked like Tetris
I, liver, gut, blood
Cried my psyche spare me
We all glow like embers
When we start to burn from the inside

And when I lay dying on floorboards
What did we talk about?
Lazarus, you black angel
Why do you linger so
Painful on the edge
Of death and the veil?

Talk to me
It’s just me, it’s just me
It’s just me, it’s just me
And all the awful things you say
It’s just me
It’s just me
It’s just me
It's just me

Write
Write ‘til it feels good
Write about nothing
Write to learn something
Write to teach something
Write to yourself
Write to a stranger
Write to a friend
Write to get something off your chest
Write what would freak people out if you said it out loud
Write what you want to say out loud
Write about the universe
Write about yourself
Write ‘til you hate it
Write to get the hate out
Write like you’re not afraid someone will read it
Write like you’re keeping a secret
Write like you mean it
Write like it’s worthless

Do what you have to do
For the good of the pack
Because the pack is life

Do what you have to do
For the good of yourself
Because the pack is only a pack
Of the pups that make it up

Do what you have to do
To preserve the self
That which not only nourishes
Deconstructs

Lucid dream
When I was young they had no faces
Eggs
Smooth as nog
Strain to convince
Me or you
To run from hurricane fire inside
The walls of that house
Carry on austere reflection
We are crystallic
All their irises
Black maelstroms
Keep face
Of course I have known what you are doing
Avoided that gaze
There are more vital veins I am satisfied
But must I wake you to shake you?
Or is it I who
Becomes the ascetic?