Can't sleep clown will eat me ..
Honey that's no clown !
It's the voices you know the ones tellin you not to eat ? Yeah ...
The ones telling you your not pretty ? Yeah ...
The ones telling you your not worth it ? Yeah ...

You now know who I'm talking about ?
Yes ... But I can't sleep ! The clown will eat me ?
It's not the clown honey I said that ...
What about the monster under my bed ? He might grab me and take me away forever !
The monster isn't under your bed .. It's inside your head

But he is telling me th...
Don't listen to him ! He doesn't know what the right thing is for you ...
But he wants t...
He wants to ruin you !
Oh .. But everyone will be happy !

See those scars upon your wrists ?
The tears rolling down your face ?
Your scared makeup ?

Yeh .. It's becau....
No it's him. He is ruining you, slowly killing you ! He wants to win

Well one day he might, I kinda hope he does .... Whispering to him every night ! Please take me with you .. Maybe I will be happy ?

He will win, he is so close ...
Scratch that I think he has won !...

i dont know if its the medication making me feel this way
or your lack of interest.
i dont know if its the blood that cures my cravings
or the way its just flows

are you the pill i take of a morning?
the pill in the afternoon or the evening?
are you the blade dancing across my skin
letting my true colors flow free?

i know what you can be..
you can be the rope that slips delicately
around my neck
you can be the one who kicks my chair


but you know it you will always be my last thought.

sweat dripping off your body
as does mine.

biting you lip as you throw your head back..

neck kisses as my hand traces your body,
making you cringe

your lips against mine
one hand in your hand, the other
exploring your body!

skin in my teeth
body on mine

to for fill the craving, the addiction
you are my cure, my fix..
and im left forever wanting more!

I sit in my chair studying the mirror-
starring at the figures outside the square.

Day by day the world changes outside your gates.
May, June, and July dancing while they pass by.

The birds singing to the morning bells-
ringing a spell in the ears of farewells.

The houses are filled with life-
telling stories of family glories.

The world is different through your eyes.
I feel hidden from creation-
not touched by fiction.

Is this an illusion
or is it just me being human?

To many times,
I have confessed my sins by your side.

Too often,
they are forgotten.

Do you even notice the hand print stains upon your face?
Or the blackened space were my tears have fallen?

For even a priest will send me with lie,
or release me with a goodbye.

Your two sided eyes
reflect your two sided mind.

You show me a reality
without the apple tree.

You blind me with jewels
and take me for a fool.

No longer will I sit and stare at the underworld.
For the flames may be there, but I rather taste it in the air.