What do you do with the one
Who refuses to see?
Show them what  is
Not that the world is good
But that the world is bad, bad, bad
Choking itself until
It coughs up its own Beauty
And in its death throes stares deeply
Into the puddle it made
Seeing no reflection
But each droplet a universe
And epoch
Each day reborn out of itself
Now you grab the one
Willing to take the crusade
Of Flesh to its uncertain fate
And say,
"Look! Your future has no gate!
Don't pass it or you will find yourself
where you began!"
And hope, pray they don't get it
The confusion is the lease on life
Only a fool who is certain is willing
To give up the boney temple
So convinced of anything
That his windows beyond are clouded
There is no where else to see for him
It is all seen
It is all done
With the introduction
To anything at all
The lease will be renewed
Never show them what's past
That's why they are certain
Show them nothing
And you will find that they
Will be willing for one more
Go
And now, these people
Who have lost the edge
The edge of reality dulled
And pockmarked for them
The razor edge
Only draws blood when untended
Are said to weep silently
Now, who the **** can show me
The one man who weeps in quietness
The unshared daggers
Carried in stomachs are not silent
Because the neighbors can't
Hear them
Wounds to tend are your own
Until the inflicted cuts
Slice through every blast barrier
Please ask,
What's the selling price of a share
Of loneliness?
Be careful about it
If you keep it to yourself
Somebody will try to invest
And **** it all up
Leaving you poor
And empty handed
When the inevitable tumble happens
Share it
Share it truly and it'll be cheap
But rich in itself

Distance isn't really distance.
One inch can be an inch,
Or it can be miles.
I can sit across the room from you and feel your fingers on my cheek,
I can lay states away and feel your hands in mine,
Or I can be right there, so close our atoms dance and mingle,
And be on the other side of the world.
Distance is a funny thing.
I am sending you off to a distant shore
With a foot of space
And a lot of wistful thoughts.
I am afraid
You will read over my shoulder.
I am sorry
I am so jumbled inside.
I wish I didn't hate walls
I wish I was a bit calmer.
The problem with me, really,
Is that once I taste connection
I cannot stand to be alone.
If you break my solitude, beware,
I will be hideously lonely whenever you are near
If you are not near.
Distance, see.
It's a funny thing.
Doesn't have rules like we have rules for it.
And I believe
That there is nothing quite so devastating
As suddenly being
On the other side of the world.

As long as it doesn't hurt,
I want you to imagine watching me being torn apart,
by powerful galloping stallions in a crowd full of naive people.
   As I'm torn,
my deepest darkest secrets that only you know,
come pouring out.
   You have become protective of these secrets because you have helped keep them for so long.
so you can feel my pain as the incidence unfolds before your eyes,
there is nothing you can do but watch and feel.
   This is why I burnout and freakout,
every time I hear the word councillor or support,
it's like someone taking your job and getting respect for not knowing it like you did.

if I kept your secrets
as if they were under a lock and key,
then you kept mine
as if they were an open book

laughing
touching sun rays
with bare feet
bare promises
with no spine
crushed and dragging
leaving a trail of scarlet
dying beautifully,
if you look at me
i'll die beautifully.