nothing but a ******* son
obsessed with my own death but the first to run
on a road to self destruction
school is to drool because I never stay awake
and love is to self because it's the only kind that isn't fake
wake is to bake the only times where I don't hate myself
life is a strife where everything feels perfect when nothings alright
death is what comes next because time never has the time to enjoy the light
drugs give the warmest hugs but when they leave make you feel so unloved
alcohol is to diet because how else do I keep this weight off
a blank mind feels so kind
ignorance I wish was mine
only blind men have clean souls
dreams are haunting because they feel real and right until I wake up to the afternoon light
****** and alone I laugh at everything but feel so alone

Hello midnight we meet again my distasteful friend my lack of sleep is killing me but the contents of my mind bring together our embrace every night this pattern holds no end in sight so I sit here writing criticizing myself in a way no one else can or wants to be criticized themselves I rip my mental apart with each passing thought praying that I wasn't put on this earth to rot my eyes are bloodshot and the positive serenity that I crave and want back with me will not let me keep it's presences but midnight is always a comfort to me it tells me of an assured bad morning and another emotionless dazed and confused day

Have you felt loathing
     in those green eyes;
Despised by idle talk
     of a loose,
     spiteful tongue;
Perhaps detested
     because of your flesh;
Or exercated, yes,
     be denounced,
     be named,
     face a near-****** future
     of lonliness?
And then,
You were hated,
But only because
Once,
You were loved.

The tree of life was cut down to fuel the fires of our wicked ways
yes these are dark days indeed

Our love all at sea
where the waves come crashing.
We're not in the same boat
we're two ships passing.

We are not ruins, mother, not yet –
Let us live, let us love,
Let us make history
Let us kiss ourselves into marble statues,
Kiss until we are mounted onto museum walls
And we will be a spectacle
Not the way you look at us, mother

Call us a tragedy
So we dance and make it a beautiful one
So we wake again when the earth is asleep