Knocking on wood is cheap
when a fire is close to the surface
so call me a ****
if I don't care for your problems
take a problem make a problem break a few hearts
I had an epiphany
a revelation of sorts
we all have two voices in our head
(at least two)
yin to yang
moon to sun
one of them is overly positive
a naive buffoon talking about lovely flower power
the other
a sarcastic monster
a real *******
chirping in with
"You took that poor fellows order down wrong
you should probably go ahead and **** yourself."
now I know ****** is wrong
but I've been trying to get these two chaps to ****
artificial mental insemination
they haven't quite come to terms with each other yet
but we're getting there
until then,
I guess you could call me
absolutely bonkers

Take me to a place
where my mind gets lost in thoughts
Not bad one but good ones
Where I can take away the pain
Let it wash out by the rain
Tumble down the drain
And never get back into my head
Never make me dread
What's coming next

What will happen in the future
Will everything I wish for come true
I lost what I had
What I wanted
Erased from the page
Emotionally caged
It's cutting like a blade
A sword through my chest
I still try my best
To keep on going
Doing what I'm doing
Hold in all the memories till they fade out
Will you still be around
To be the missing puzzle piece I've found
Or will it all crash down
On me
On everything
That I've built to get here
Will it someday be fine
Will you someday be mine

24 hours a day for the rest of our time together,
we'll walk with glutton in our shoes
walking with weight on our backs
covering distances only known in novels.

They'll get us you know,
those men selling cigarettes out of
office blocks, down that block there-
it's 62nd street and they never clock off.

What windows see aren't what we see.
Windows hear and feel and
we see and never heal;
we hold wounds like flowers bought
in hospital foyers, late to see a relative.

Buy ones and get some free:
it's a ploy so we spend that little bit more
than we need to.

Once upon a time, there was a girl.
Once upon a time, she was happy too
Once upon a time she was
Strong
And
True
Once upon a time she got depressed
And she didn't know what to do..
Once upon a time
She left a note
And took some pills
And then she left
She was gone
Never to reaper again