Listen to my voice calling you
Calling you out of darkness
Hear the devil's cry of sin
Always turn your back on him

With the wind you go and still
I dream of your spirit leading you back home
I will give my gifts to you
While you're gone and watching on

The light in your eyes
An angel of dark
Lighting to ease the shadows' sight
Hearts will grow, the heavens will play
Leaving behind the things in the end

Listen to my voice calling you
Calling you out of darkness
Hear the devil's cry of sin
Always turn your back on him
On him

There's things I miss and things I don't
There's things I should do and things I won't

And through all the things that I did with you
I learned just what and what not to do

Don't hold his hand don't kiss his cheek
But stand on your own when things look bleak

Don't cuddle with him when you get cold
He'll leave you alone once you get to old

Don't sacrifice yourself to see him smile
He doesn't think you're that worth while

Just when you think that he's the one
You'll chase after him but he'll be done

When you wish he was there you'll be crying instead
Since he left you feel better off dead

Be on your own, you don't need anything
See what life without him can bring

Even if you find someone new
Let me tell you what to do

Every guy is just the same
Stay alone if you want to be sane

Embrace embrace embrace
Feel your tears upon my face

Embrace embrace embrace
My only safe place

Time goes by and things will fade
Still you remain in my heart

Embrace embrace embrace
I need you to breathe

Embrace embrace embrace
I feel you all around me

Don't ever leave on my own
I just cant live without you

Embrace embrace embrace
Your heartbeat lulls me to sleep

Embrace embrace embrace
I hope you feel this too

Let's stay like this forever and never dare let go
Just lay here in my arms...you're home

So...
embrace embrace...embrace

Mountain. Heavy mountain. It changed over a long period of time.
The sky. Blue sky. Invisible objects. Visible objects.
The sun. There is only one.
Water. Something comfortable.
Flowers. There are many of the same ones. There are many unnecessary ones too.
The sky. Red, red sky.
The color red. I don't like red.
Flowing water. Blood. The smell of blood.
A girl who never bleeds.
A human created from red clay.
A human created by a man and woman.
Cities. Built by humans.
Dolls. Built by humans in a human image.
What is human? It's created by God.
Are we Gods dolls?
No. Humans are created by humans.
I have a life...a heart.
A casing for the heart.
The entry plug. It's the throne of the soul.
Who is this? It is me.
Who am I? What am I?
I am myself. This object is myself. It's a shape of myself. A visible self.
But I don't feel like myself.
It's very strange.
I feel like I'm going to dissolve.
I cannot recognize myself.
My figure is disappearing.
I feel someone else.
Is there anyone beyond here?
Who are you?

Sometimes I find myself pulling strings
Out of book bags, shirts, and little things.
And in watching all of them fall apart
It slightly mends my broken heart.

Broken, black, and little stitches,
Hold me back from killing (b)itches.
How many times can you sew yourself shut?
How many needle pokes before a cut?

Tick and Tock, it won't slow down,
Pull me up before I drown.
Watching the chaos rip and fray,
Are disturbing things to get through the day.

Keep on pulling and un-threading,
Blood on the floor and all over the bedding.
Can't stop pulling things apart.
"I like it when you look like my heart!".

All alone and in the dark,
I can't stop pulling things apart.
Rip it up, put it back together,
I'm in this cycle for all of ever.

Ding and ****, time is slow,
I think it is time for me to go.
Cover your ears and close your eyes,
So I may lie on the floor and watch it die.

Oh that beautiful disaster of how you let me go
Oh how I sit here and how the tears flow
Ready? Set. Go!
Oh how the tears will flow.

Plip.Plop.Can't.Stop
Tick.Tock.Can't.Stop
Back 'n Forth Can't.Stop
The dam has overflowed

The drops on the paper make it hard to see the words
The ink runs slowly down. Like my vision, thoughts are blurred.

Tick.Tock.Can't.Stop
Back 'n Forth Can't.Stop
Plip.Plop.Can't.Stop
The dam has overflowed

I hate the clock how I hate you. I stare off in the distance
Can't stop anything, Can't change anything, I question my existence.

Back 'n Forth Can't.Stop
Plip.Plop.Can't.Stop
Tick.Tock.Can't.Stop
The dam has overflowed

Lying on the bed. Alone and so confused
Curled up like a baby. Battered, beat, and bruised

Plip.Plop.Can't.Stop
Tick.Tock.Can't.Stop
Back 'n Forth Can't.Stop
Done.

You are an exit wound

the extra shot of tequila

the tangled knot of hair that has to be cut out

you are the cell phone ringing in a hushed theatre

pebble wedged in the sole of a boot

the ****** hangnail

you are, just this once

you are flip flops in a thunderstorm

the boy's lost *******

a pen gone dry

you are my father's nightmare

my mother's mirage

you are a manic high
which is to say:
you are a bad idea

you are ****** despite the ******

you are, I know better

you are pieces of cork floating in the wine glass

you are the morning after
whose name I can't remember
still in my bed

the hole in my rain boots

******* with no batteries

you are, shut up and kiss me

you are naked wearing socks

mascara bleeding down laughing cheeks

you are the wrong guy buying me a drink

you are the typo in an otherwise brilliant novel

sweetalk into unprotected ***

the married coworker

my stubbed toe

you are not new or uncommon
not brilliant or beautiful

you are a bad idea

rock star in the back seat of a taxi
burned popcorn
top shelf, at half price

you are everything I want

you are a poem I cannot write

a word I cannot translate

you are an exit wound

a name I cannot bring myself

to say aloud