it's spring again(,) and again
i'm the only thing that's
                                     dying
(this       how    
         is              i
                                 feel-

like
           f
             a  p a r t)
                l                  
                  l
     ­               i
                      n
                        ­g

with every step, i felt myself break
just a little
                  bit
                       more.

i'm sorry i couldn't look back,
i was too afraid of finding you
collecting my pieces
to return them to me;
this time, i want you to keep them.

they have stayed friends
with all the people who
have ever hurt me,
******* stick
together I
guess.

You and I alone in a car
Surrounded by people speaking in Spanish
No one dares look at us.
We’re different
We’ve always  been different

Whether we be fools or kings--
Dumb or smart, right or wrong!
We fought and fought.
As I  hung onandon        to
Every.
Last.
Word.
Every.
Single.
W­ord.
And every phrase which cut deeper and deeper
Hurt more and more while you laughed and laughed.
Broken down on the side of the road
Thinking that what you said was funny.

You are not funny.
It was not funny.
It would never be funny.

Now we sit here in a car.
Sitting       and       Waiting
Waiting     and        Sitting
Wanting someone to acknowledge the other
Begging for someone to acknowledge the other

Minute by minute, hour by hour…
And!
Nothing.
Not one movement, not one word.
Nothing, just nothing.  

…Only!
Foreign people      speaking
         foreign languages,
With foreign instruments
            playing foreign music.

Louder and Louder commotion came
We grew afraid, we were afraid.
As we inched closerandcloser
And closerandcloser.

Suddenly!
A touch , a feel, some finger, a hand!
Together. We sat quiet and quieter.    
I glace next to you and slowly my heart melts
As the cha cha quickly creeps into our soul.
It is right then I knew;

I  don’t
like you but
       we’re friends;
I don’t
like you but
                     adore you.

A darkened scar across my eye
a lightning  crack against the sky
this morbid creature standing by
this place where horror tends to cling

What God has cursed you with this frame?
your crippled form,  your branches lame
but let him speak and he'll proclaim
"I'm far more tame in spring"

There are some nights when
sleep plays coy,
aloof and disdainful.
And all the wiles
that I employ to win
its service to my side
are useless as wounded pride,
and much more painful.

We welcome the girl,
alone it would seem,
like a seed in the updraught,
whole worlds lie beneath.

Here is the girl,
A mind pregnant with dreams,
as she crosses the bridges,
connecting the streams.

There lands a girl,
ghouls taunt, ghouls tease,
"let go of this love, girl,
be rid of these dreams."

Come see the girl,
speaking tounges through machines,
white draped over candy,
embracing the terminal dream.

Heres lies the girl,
most wouldn't believe,
the ghouls taunts a mere whisper now,
dream easy, love freely... my sweet.