I remember the little men
in big boots. The ones who sat
at the edge of roof tops in a city called
Loneliness, and cut their teeth while chewing jagged glass and angry truths.
They parachuted down to earth
and hit their heads on desperation.
Hollowed out hearts with tree trunks
serving as legs, they marched
across the stratosphere until their existences neared zero. Nothing
more to disappearing than popping
some pills, falling asleep, and dreaming
that the whole world had gone mad.
The interesting part is when you wake up
and you can still hear the echo of
unfilled boots.

Life is bitter sweet, though always there for the most delicate moments
Through the short bursts of truth that will leave you cold on the bathroom floor
covered in shaving foam and your own blood
The spinning record that tells you to cut your hair and to give up on her
It doesn't have that B-side you wanted  
Yes, life is Bitter sweet
Said the cab driver on the way to hospital
A close call was not enough
To hide that family secret
But bandages hid it well enough
Velvet linens and a torn Hallmark card must have made the day
After a promise to be polite
a swallow of another aspirin and a bus ride home
try another dose of razorblades until there are no more feelings left

I'm a washed up summer king
Been that way since I was fourteen
My father tells me I'm from under the sea
My father tells me a lot of things

I drowned for the first time in a meadow
And all you would do is stare
I woke up with flowers in my hair
And the clouds up above hanging low

My sweetest summer was in October
My feet were always in motion
My fingers were dyed the color of the ocean
I guess I was returning to the water

They always said it like it was a sin and I never believed them
I hand picked you out of a sea of people
Maybe it had something to do with the fact that I could see your eyes
So clearly from miles away and I wanted nothing more than to touch them
I knew the Queen of Hearts could never fall for a simple joker
But for better or for worse you took my hand and you followed me
What you never knew was how I stacked the deck
I never deserved a second of your time and I think we both knew it
But you never took your eyes off mine and my hands worked quickly
You can only pull the rabbit out of the hat so many times before you lose your charm
And everyone always forgets that the vanishing act is last
They always said it like it was a sin to mix pleasure and business
But I never believed them and now you’re gone

Rain of water
Turns to rain of blood.
A reign of terror,
Falling from above.

A maniacal laughter rings out
Like a sinister clown.
We have porcelain faces
With a painted frown.

Riots erupt,
Fear is obsolete;
We have been here before,
No point in a retreat.

Progress?
None is made.
Stuck in a dark setting,
Ringmaster of a black parade.

Pathetic are the mid-night thoughts
about your future love
your past heartbreaks
your poorly thought out hook-ups

Sad are the mid-night thoughts
about the loss of those important
what you could have achieved but never did
and maybe never will

Depressing are the mid-night thoughts
about what a burden you are to everyone
how you'd never hurt again if you weren't alive
that everything you do will never amount to anything

But, it's time for me to move past those emotions
on to something better
an emotion I've never truly felt
that only I can control
and that's the happy mid-night thoughts
about tomorrow and what I might achieve
who I could make smile
what pretty faces I may see