I left it all up to chance,
because you never came
with a recommended serving size.
a sunset hanging from a string
and a handful of bad intentions.
love, death, adventure and a little
something in between — the
Calm before a storm. yet your brooding eyes
are filled with lost dreams and broken hopes
Because you make me feel like dirt
and i had a debt to collect.
a guy like you should wear a warning;
an infamous king of thieves with the jar of hearts,
a tirade come to an end.

I am truly horribly upset —
a misguided flame,
a moth to the light.
like a shot of *****
the elixir seeps between my lips;
some type of thrill
that makes me feel safe.
Nothing more but a anesthetic
with a bitter after taste
a mistake found a little too late
and a handful of bad intentions .
I am truly horribly upset
it takes seven years to erase every cell
and I am covered in your fingerprints.

He reminds me of faces I've
left in the past that I haven't seen before.
His voice is like an old song on
the radio I've never heard before.
He's a memory I've never made
catching up to haunt me.
It's not December but I can't help
but think it will all end the same.
Is this a second chance
or shall I ready the goodbye?
I face the future with uncertainty
cause people like you are hard to find.

Can you tell me the best way to live
when I left it all up to chance?
Followed the yellow brick road, followed its lead
unaware of the looming shadow
that hung in the air as the sky turned dark,
I face the reality that the world is not safe.

No one here is safe;
but they play by the rules to live.
Within the midst of the dark-
ness, they find a chance;
an opportunity in the shadow,
where will it all lead?

There’s a taste of lead
in my mouth that makes me feel safe.
My actions shadow
over me, playing live
in my head, over and over for a chance
to pull me into the dark.

His eyes glow a dark
red, as the taste of lead
seeps between my lips as a chance
to feel a little more safe.
The video feed is live
but no one noticed the shadow.

In the background, there's a shadow
of hate that lingers in the dark.
Feeding of your life to live,
closer to the darkness it'll lead
us far from the safe
we hid in for a chance.

You never had  a chance
because standing under the shadow
made you feel safe.
Disguised as the antidote, dark
chocolate filled with the bitter taste of lead;
this is the way to live.

It’s lurking in the dark
just watching in your shadow.
"Brought to you live."

your archetype is a jester.

your job is the entertainer.

your place is at the end of a joke

because you're the punchline of the day.

you're as real as a paper town,

an assembly line product;

you're the wild card,

ready to replace.

but i'm the queen of hearts,

and the deck has spoken:

we only need fifty-two cards.

so please, remove the joker.

We're looking for identity

not a face to replace.

I'm hard to handle;
like a shot of *****
I burn on the way down
and only some will come back
for seconds –
because my kindness
does not make me
easier to swallow.
I'm an acquired taste
for a specific breed.
No one can take me
in large doses,
a teaspoon a day
goes a long way.
Alcohol never came
with a recommended
serving size.
I'm a glass of water
in disguise –
so please,
drink slowly.

I am nothing more than a moon
who sits in the night sky
just waiting for the day i find a sun
that wont wash me out
against the blue.