everyone's talking about
believing in things and the
disbelief of things and
I'm just wondering if Lucifer
has time to play music in his home,
or if he even wants to remember how
to play and all of the things that
goad out of it.

I'm
hanging on
to tomorrow.

the heart is a mirror that reflects nothing but organs

I feel as though we are
always on the verge of
something.
Brilliant or assholish.

I feel as though the
only things that keep us
contained are
sanity and insanity,
mere reflections of
each of themselves.

And I feel as though
the safeguard of
insanity-
sanity would be
unknown

youth is on your side
until you are dead;
only then has it
escaped you.

I hate their eyes
with as much passion
as a lover who loves the
'windows to their soul.'

I can’t hear
anything
because sound
doesn’t live
in my ears,
it lives out of
everyone
and
everything
else
and it
slinks
into me.