Take this pain and make it yours
Mold it, crush it, pull it through
It has your name written inside
claim it for your own

Lost and found
My heart it waits
Growing broken every day

A stones throw makes the vicious run
Scatter liars in the sun
They'll dry and fade
over time
to leave us here with what's been done

I need the love you refuse to give
Push me, shove me, make me scream
I crave your teeth
So mark me here
Sink them in
and take this pain

The words I lay upon a sheet are swifter than your own
Your pen is no match for me
The rhymes you try are dull

My sharpened verse is cutting you
Keep writing how you don't care
The scars my words will leave behind
Are something that you'll crave

Bitterness seeps from every syllable
They cry just like a child
Your work is but a warning
Of how much you need to grow

My interest in this is fleeting
And so
I let you go

You are that piece of art
The one stuck in our minds

Your body is the empty canvas
That sits there taunting artists
"Paint me into being, color in my heart.
Bring this dream to life,
don't let this work stay white."

You want attention constantly
Demanding that you're there

The haunting blankness of your page
Makes us hide in fear
"I am what you make of me.
Take up the pen and mark my lines,
Fill me with your song."

And one day when we're not looking
Suddenly you're gone.

Guarded House with steel-tight gates
Hold yourself
Set away
Covered in vines, and broken dreams
Your paint once told of better days
No longer kept by those you sheltered
Forever weary of all new lovers

I am a slave to pills
and the sound of alarms.
For both I jump through hoops at the time they set aside.
Take me now, at this time!
Get up now you've got things to do!
Neither have the desired effect.
I grow weary of them drowning me in their noise.

Sell Sell Sell
I am a retail *****

Who cares what we are selling
as long as it gets sold
Shove aside your principles
and dignity
for the consumer that you are

Let them feed on our carefully laid truth
as they buy our smiles and false modesty
While we push our product forth

You want this, trust me
It's a steal!

Put it all on credit
Don't bother thinking
No one remembers
those little interest rates

You need to look at our new product,
it's just the thing that you've been craving
No one here will judge you
Just

Buy Buy Buy

Retail makes for a faster living
You'll never be happy until it's yours
Claim it for your own
and I'll collect a percentage of the money
as any hustler should

It's four in the morning
and I'm plagued by three words
They circle my mind and won't let me go

Liar
Sarah
Abandoned

The first is whispered softly in the wee morning hours
Denial spreads quickly as the accusation falls

The second is a beautiful girl for whom I've never met
and yet I already sense a great deal of dread
No good can come of this

The last is simply put away
to only rear it's head
at 4am on Friday nights
while I'm alone in bed