Just drag me down
to the pit, I call home
Old sneakers and old secrets
***** socks and ***** girls

I can't help to stare at the sun
I want to know how to make shadows
Let my eyes drip out of my skull
I think I've seen enough

A common story for Boys
Brothers and husbands
Emotional   Blockage
Like an ingrown toenail
Bloodier every step, concealed by
A sock
Like a rock
On a pond, skips   far    far    away
from the sender  
To stink
             deep
                              deep
                             ­                      down
Join the other stones and sticks
Create a *******, ****
Toenails shred through socks,
Nails turn to razors, soon cutting up shoes,
saws will shred jeans, chainsaws through chests,
Then bullets through heads.

I'll lay down on my back
Hands up to the sky
Let the birds eat out my eyeballs
It was only a matter of time

I'm so scared of the future I prevent it from happening.

I don't want to meditate. I'm too scared of my brain

You fell asleep holding my hand so tight. I thought my knuckles bruised.
When I told you, all you said was
                                                              "W­ell of course"
And that's when I knew,
I could never leave you,
I have to be with you,
I'm done looking
and you'll never be alone again.

And the moth came out of her cocoon. She has no time to do what she wants. She will only do what she can. Then she will die because she has no mouth.