stupid, selfish, liar
please get bit by a spider
i want to see your skin when
the decomposition begins and
i hope then you abhor
that what you're calling a burn
deep inside of your core
is brought on by the frost
from how cold you have turned.

a little green bug crawled under my skin
it began eating me from within
i thought the fire inside could compress the wound
but the venom persisted and continued to move
throughout my body with a sting so strong
yet my mind is saying there's nothing wrong

why does it hurt? why does it hurt
as if i fell down with my face in the dirt
what happened to the balance that kept me afloat
who in hell is rocking my boat
and what can i do but let the bug win
although i know that envy's a sin....

They say that absence makes the heart grow fonder but I find it makes mine turn dark and wander in to the realm of the wicked and weird.
I found you beautiful before you crawled away. I found you elusive after that day. I'd even say it's evasive. You left without a sound while i continue to talk and regret every single syllable.

i've been looking in the water to see reflections of my past
memories of everything; nothing seems to last
churning in the eddies i see what i've become
my ego says i'm something but i know i am no one
instinct to tear away my vision challenging my heart
it's hard to believe what i see, this pill is quite ****

i'm smiling.

How low has your road taken you? what happened to the old you the old me knew? Do you have it in you to open your eyes, realize where you are, or are you dead inside? I see that every time our strides collide you turn tail, you run and hide.

It makes my heart ache to know someone i revered so high has sunk into the depths below.

Oh,  How I love thee, King Burger.
Even after your whopper and shake,
It is a surprise no one will ******
You for not having cake.

Maybe you should marry
A gal who can finely cook
A tasty dish out of dairy
And make  her a queen to look.

Live in a castle so large
Colored white all around
Much more grand than a barge
To a peasant t’would astound

These are the things I should love
As fast food is a gift from above.

My beautiful Moon has gone away
My celestial thoughts now decay
Back down on Earth
My mind gives birth
To thoughts of a colorless day.