i am the right knee
that steps first
and hits gravel
embracing the brute pain
our world has acclimated us to
because they said injury is

inevitable

while you are the left
that although remains flawless
from lack of exposure
heals
slower
and is categorized with

the weak

                                             we belong to the same body

i.
no matter what your teachers
may tell you, your grades are not a
measure of how smart you are, that
has more to do with how you handle your
heart, and i have never seen anyone love
more fiercely or smart than you.  

ii.
i have let boys touch me just because
i was scared to lose them; don't let them
lay a hand on you without you asking
them to, you are worth more than that.

iii.
people will walk away, but you've known
that already.  keep your chin up so that when
they turn back one last time, they know that
you don't need them.
you don't need them.

iv.
i hope you find somebody that holds your
hands, even when you're nervous and
they start to sweat.  if they pull away,
you come find me and i swear,
i won't let go.

You,
You don't know me,
I am a silhouette of a ghost that does not exist,
But yet you listen,
Listen to the breath of a simple sad song,
I could tell you a story,
But it would only inspire you to stray,
I wish that you stay on the straight and narrow,
But there are tributaries and animal trails to explore.
What you don't know,
That is what kills you.
So learn all you can,
Listen to this subtle figment of your imagination,
The voice of a lost angel,
You don't know me.
But I know you,
I've always known you.
There is nothing to lose,
But your mind.
So listen to this first crazed warning I give,
Do not stray,
But rather except your supporting pillars of reality,
It is the reality you make.
But your past is a different reality you say.
You're wrong.
The past has nothing to do with the ghost,
The voices and the ghosts are not reminders.
They are teachers.
For the only thing in your life that matters is the future.
The voices have died now,
Now the mist from your eyes is gone and you see...

She's just looking for attention
That has to be it, right?
Just a melodramatic girl
They ignore all the signs

She's just looking for attention
That's what they're all saying
It's funny how when it's all said and done
They'll cry that they didn't see it coming

She's just looking for attention
They yell "You shouldn't joke about suicide!"
She represses a bitter laugh and thinks
Too bad I won't see your reaction to the punchline

The stars are so bright
against this black velvet sky
The city
a world away
its dim
a distant memory
I lie down on the sand
& feel the earth breathe

once taken
it can never be restored
only built gradually
over a new territory
where the plague
of your destrcution
cannot be reached
where the burning animosity
that threatens my breath
does not flow as freely
as it does here:
wild and tangled
beneath my chest
as if an iron ****
has branded my heart
marking me a fool
for believing
that the dark days
were long forgoteen

ring the bell
bring them to the streets
the burning fires
are all alight once more

The serpent slithers on the garden floor.
Down comes the apple.
Fall of man.
Dwelling on the devil.

In the garden on bent knee.
Temptation of the king.
No pressure.
Dwelling on the devil.

In a darkened apartment high above the Emerald City.
Things change rapidly.
Sin is met with sin.
Dwelling on the devil.

Soldiers in a far off land.
**** and torment.
Innocence passes away.
Dwelling on the devil.

Fire down below.
Eternal damnation for all.
No real choice.
Dwelling on the devil.

Through this song I am
where my mind was in a panic,
my heart was in a knot,
its drum long gone.
Fateful delirium
like unearthing a grave,
one covered with purposeful seal,
now bonded to chaos.
These pangs are the wind
of a flute, poisoning the lungs.
Heartless pandemonium,
back you go
under lock and key.