Death where is thy sting
when I am already stung,
by lips that laugh and speak and sing
the words once held by muted tongue.

For lo no light from window broke
no Juliet nor waining moon,
just honest words of love were spoke
that gave my heart a brand new tune.

So slings and arrows do thy worst
and misfortune come as may,
for here at last am I uncursed
as in her arms I softly lay.

Let scholars say he was the bard
and all his works a work of art,
but I would rather be fool hard
and know I am her work of heart.

Everybody is psychotic
in this unbalanced neon creation
some would call the universe

And nobody gives a **** about you


Especially you.

Breathe in and I breathe out!
                           I heard your voice throught these halls.
You
Once
Told
Me
         I should *beleive you, down on my knees I prey.
That the day!
                    Will heal you, I just asked if you could
                                                         ­     See me, if you could hear me?
                                                             ­                                Breathe
                                                  And if you would just let me, I would of never let you.
Fall down, I watched you.                    Breakdown

And
        everybody
could
see
           It in my eyes,    
                                  and just how it destroyed my life.
I know your down on your knees, in this cold wet room.
                                                 And these walls are breathing, in my mind your screaming.
                  So Calmly
                           I just wish you would let me fall with you,
               I would break with you
No more cobwebbed rooms, No more windows painted black.          No more locked doors, no more empty                                                     Whiskey bottles in the bottom drawer.
No more crying alone, no more scars
                                                                    to heal on their own.
Not for a second did I not prey for you.
                                                                   Not for a hour did I
                       ever leave your side.
                                                                                                                        I just preyed for you.     We all just preyed for you.
                                          We wish you would of never brokedown.
                                  And so we just prey for you.
                                                                                Even though you're gone now.

of you there is me just a fraction
which though a fraction just does
multiply wonderfully spilling you
full of a hard incessant easy thrill

(a pink headed girl whose perfectly
folded hips are suds completely of
my hips eager to feel their droll hammer
)
  
                                                                        behind a restaurant
                                                                        murdered of thought
                                                                        she divides uncanny
                                                                        thickness a nice ******
                                                                        impetuous tattoo on
                                                                        her neck tastes like
                                                                        the rude blithe mystery
                                                                        of life performed in
                                                                        rhythmic cadence
                                                                        with just a fraction
                                                                        of me which just
                                                                        though
                                                                                       only
                                                                        a
                                                                        fraction

                                                                                     multiplies

Hold me tight,
Kiss me in the moonlight.

Caress my face,
Close in on my personal space.

Whisper in my ear,
Make all my fears disappear.

Play with my hair,
Tell me that you care.

Hold my hand,
Because I'm your biggest fan.

I walked across the white room

And a cold hard thing fell on my toes

One of those

A permanent toothy smile - but fell from where?

It was this skull

Not as white as the room

Not as sharp, rather dull

Off-white and odd

I still had no clue of where it came

I picked it up and looked it all over

The old head, empty and eerie

The skull stares, it really does!

Black hole eyes consumed my curiosity

Replaced it with fright

The skull had no other bones

I looked all over and couldn't find a body

So I dropped it like it was a hairy spider


Rolling a few feet away,

I swear,

It still stared at me.