take words
make them into non-words
rob them of their meaning
each syllable is fleeting
away
poor words
think they're moving forwards
trap us into corners
they're the truest tortured souls
safe words
what a funny notion
it seems the deals are broken
these simple laws of motion
defy
my words
though carefully, i chose them
it's sad to see them broken
they changed right as a spoke them
they died

Bad blood on the brain
I've got yours too
I don't know who you are
But I saw you that day
Thrashing in the east end hallway
Surrounded by showcase glass,
Blue ribbons, and too much noise
I thought it was best to walk away
I think a lot of things I guess
Your art was beautiful
I liked the girl all bent and blank
It forged this tragic kind of silence
It held your bad blood
But gave it air
Beauty without flesh
I thought that  you were beautiful
In this silent hateful kind of way
All that bad blood on your brain
I've got some too
I really wish we could have met
But I can't blame you

Sticky magazine pages on the desk in the corner
of this waiting room I'm in.  
I'd rather fall asleep
and fill my head with things
that could be but aren't,
than read about the things in life
that shouldn't be yet somehow overwhelm.
They're at ease with it
I could never be at ease with anything.
Biding all my time so near
and yet so far from anyone I know.
Waiting for the life I sold my freedom for,
just to get away from halfheartedness
You're at ease with it
I could never be at ease that
This is how it feels to be connectionless
it's free but it's a bore
Better than directionless
like the bulk of people are
They're so free with it
I could never be so free with anything
Sitting in a cloud of idiocy and the unknown
building up your negatives and
tightening your own shackles
You're okay with it
You're at ease with it
I could never be at ease with anything that.