If I were to die at the hands of a madman, so be it
If we were able to round up the crazies in the world, we would have figured it out by now
But that's it -
Some things drive some people crazy -
While others suffer from madness -
And that difference there, between the two
That's right where you are.

Hey, it's dawn
waking up again another day I yawn
**** - ing alarm, going off
I'm sick of it, hearing it
makes my spine crawl
I like work I won't lie
but it's light work, I won't lie
thinking about what might work
I can't lie, in my bed at night and not sometimes lose my mind -
sometimes I confuse my life
with visions I get, I sweat, I can't help it
I hoping something new pulls through soon so I can open
up shop on my own and starting climbing higher -
because who knows
on your own, how tall that ladder could grow
I'm eyeing Mars and distant stars like their options
man, thinking I could leave this Earth, maybe return
that has got me, laying in bed can't sleep but dreaming -

my cross is my sword -
my cross
is on my back
two edges
- i cut myself once -
or twice, - my sword,
is my cross
my sword is my cross

i should be sleeping
all
the
t i m e
with that type of logic -
if -
i live in public
does that make me homeless ?
if -
the government steals my identity
how can i prosecute who stole it ?
i'm an open
book - chapter 1

sometimes i think there's really no reason why
you and i should have to fight - like
i think about, last night
you wanted to pass out, I was like -
apprehensive, in my eyes
just because, I wasn't tired
but you were, sick too
of me it seems, because next you
said, **** why can't you ever agree with me?
why can't anything go easily? between you and me
it's constant conflict
because you and i
it's the friction I get - it's this vision I get
where the decision isn't mine to make
let's be real, it's true when I say -
you got me so high -
say goodbye to home base -
unconditional, but somehow this
human condition will, find a way to fight it
now I hide away for days and write it
now I ride the wave and chase a high that -
I'm not sure exists.

i said as glass sprayed my
flesh like a shaken coca-cola
i could taste blood
the night i met my Muse -
i tried to ignore you
for so long, but my gut bacteria
has other plans apparently

I like the way her
hair ends up clinging
to everything.
I like the burn before the change
in color. I like when
you call and I let it ring
Twice. I like looking at the sky
and asking it questions.