I wanna be spellbound 
Without a destination
Just a journey
Into the depths of imagination
Where i'm dragging the lake for a muse
In some skewed desperation

Something to keep me going
Like the chills shooting for enlightenment
Up the spine of the self-aware machine
they made me

Missing a missing peace/piece
Searching for someone as lost as me
In a chaos we're both tearing through
Along the heartbeaten path 

Back to her place
Where I'm always finishing last
In more ways than you could understand
Until I'm standing over her
Running her hair back
After she's done
When belts lay undone

Hands fashioned around hips
Courting a release mechanism
Out of the machinery of soul 
Something for her to run with
When she's all out of road

Felicia,
I'm off my meds and I need you.

My mind is somewhere between 
rock bottom and a dark place

My mind is my frenemy
that I'm sleeping alone with. 

I feel more alone again.

Felicia,
If my minds the weapon
How to I get my heart 
to back me up?
Because it feels like 
it's set to self-destruction

my own prophecy self-fulfilled

Felicia,
How come I'll never get the time back I killed?

What about the madness 
and how it manifests 
into impulses?

Like biting my ******* lip.

and how come I imagine everyone naked still?

I feel like biting my tongue off
when it's freudian slipping
But I need that for the times
when these fantasies start projecting

Felicia,
I'm sorry for all those times I swore in your office.
I'm the impatient patient still locked in the waiting room of my mind

Waiting for the ******* world to fall in my lap. 

Felicia,
I'm ready to dig myself out of this bed I made in falling for tired cliches when all I needed was a metaphor.

Smile
Even if you don't mean it
Fake it like your o face
Make it like you're going out of style

I don't know why I keep going after the broken ones.
Maybe there's a piece they're missing
like I could be the peace of mind musing
her fragile little soul.

Maybe I just want to fix something.
The perfectionist architect,
The anti-hero archetype
Letting my emotions build castles
instead of locking me in some dungeon ruminating.

Or maybe I'm the ******* broken one
Dead set on divinity
Dormant in between rock bottom and a dark place

I'm ok, I swear to a god complex

Praying for some princess clad in punk rock armory.
Tearing through the motions
in the mosh pit of reality.
All for her crown of fire and flowers,

Come on, save me,
The light of my life
Fire of my *****

Lusting into supernovas
To encompass this astral plane
Where we're waging a war against reality
With the fantasy I'm wanting to pull out

a 4th wall broken

I want someone who is
More than just a cure for my loneliness
Someone who can seal my madness with a kiss

More than a pretty face
An electric soul
a fiery grace
More than static
Over and out of control

Til death do we tear each other apart
Reworking our guts into the bigger picture
You can't spell heart without "art"

To the one who can supernova my senses with
a stare
     a touch
          a telepathic tug

*Just be here now

The wise words taken for granted
The writing on the walls of the establishment. 

Just when we want to burn it all down
Just when we realize how small we are

The sky opens up
My third eye's opening
Channeling the guardian angel
In the little black dress

A silver sliver 
among the dazzling dynamo of night
waning away illumination
before the dark moon of my mind

I hear her voice resonating whispers
On the astral plane of miscarried ghosts
I'm humming along

Summoning
     some
          summer
               sweetness

To help build me out of the cavities
Behind the teeth
I'm faking a smile in front of

Trying to climb without the rope
Out of the prison pit of existence

To salvage the creations
I snuffed out
Before the light became them
Abortions of ideas
Survived by hope and curiosity

Where will this take me now?
I feel a hand grab mine

Her wisdom crawls up my spine
Setting my mind on fire
I am the new illumination

Reality in focus
Turning my impossibles
Into I'mpossibilities

Win* at this place
     if you show your battle scars

Derail yourself here
     on the wrong side of the track marks

You ******* limbs
     limping out
     snorted up
     the finish line

Bumped the rest your night
     off a Batman Begins DVD in a dingy basement
Running up the stairs at night
     crying out into the stars that you'll fight
     until the world is yours

The neighborhood is wishing it had deaf ears for this to fall on

But you'll fall out in due time
     your recipe for reality
     leaves a chemical aftertaste
For morning regrets
     that last
          a lifetime

I've seen the best minds of my generation get wasted
     Burnt into routine at the good side of 25

Stop dying out,
There's a fire that rises within us all
Stop snuffing it out,
Your time will come
To drag yourself out of the prison pit of existence
Don't you believe it?
Don't you feel it?
*deshi basara