i don't know what it is,
i don't know how or why
but the surfeit of silence
will make a girl die

he's stoic; cheshire grin
not sure if it's defeat.
i don't think he'll mind
getting married in the backseat

I stood in front of the mirror until four in the morning. I counted the imperfections in my face, multiplied them by ten & called it the imperfections in my head.

I wrote to you until eight in the morning. Counted every "I'm sorry" scratched in red pen on white pages, multiplied them by ten & called it the guilt scratched into the blue of my veins.

*I listened to your album until two in the afternoon. Counted every mention of her eyes, multiplied them by ten & called it suicide.

Night shifts into jet black
city escapes
if it's not insanity,
we don't have an answer at stake.

this product of you and me
was never an accident.
love at its peak
signaling and S.O.S.

you've bought me in a surface.
we don't now yet.
analog fluctuations I wanted
you and I cant forget.

Sanctions we break,
with metal palms we punch.
limitations act as walls
our thirst  keeps me quenched.

My passion, your fire.
will get us above the wires
ambiguous insights to the past.
Passion and fire, you ignite.

I wonder what it would be like to be me
To tear this mask from my face
No longer hiding the tears
No longer afraid of the scars
Just be me for once
Smile a smile I can love
Laugh a laugh that echoes
When do I get to be me
Who really knows me if I don't know myself
Your god gave me the finger
Turned away from me
Now I have nobody
Just a blank piece of paper
Too many overfilled bottles
Of raw emotion
That just never seems to get empty
No matter how far I tip it over
I'm no longer me
If I no longer know who "Me" is
So I'll walk this beaten path of self destruction
Read the dead end sign and keep walking
Stop at the cliff
Watch the sun set one more time
And awaken the still veins

It's raining again,
This time with more intensity
I love it when it rains,its beautiful
How the rushing water hits the earth.
And how everything else just seems to quiten..
All sorrows seem to be draining away
Sickness ebbs out slowly
The heart aches less
And wounds seem to heal
The world seems numb
Seems,yeah seems, for beneath the tranquility i feel the rain brings
Humanity still suffers,others from the coldness of the night&man;; others unknown to us.
I fall asleep wishing it could be real..