Slap me silly
Tell me
Whats really
Happening

Cuss at me
Laugh with me
Tap me
When its my turn

I will flirt with you
Until you're ******
When you try to yell
I will try to kiss

Just forget this
Mad business
And start this
Making up bit

If i ever die, and get to travel through time, i would find you when i met you, and say everything i meant to, one last time.

I guess you caught me
I'm softer than i used to be
And i'm singing
As loud as i can

I guess you know now
How my love has come about
And i'm happy to have had been
I'm a happy has been

Forever and again

And i guess you've heard it all before
You have heard it all over
Heard it all again and again
Until it doesn't hurt at all

I guess you found a light in there
I'm still sifting around
And i am still singing
Singing

As loud as i can

I expected marching columns of men, beside roaring tanks, with soaring bombers above, but it was the half men who slithered within the systems, manipulated the programs, poisoned the food, and diluted the truths, that beat us within our gates.

Break me
Cut me
Kiss me
Dead

I dont want it
Any other way

**** me
**** me
Take me
There

I dont want to be
Anywhere else

Feel me
Hear me
Touch me
Nice

I dont wanna
Reroll the dice

Strut me
Front me
Back me
Up

I dont want you
Just giving up

Go there
Go go gadget
Go-go boots

I dont want you
Blinded by truths

I was designed well for my craft.
I was sewn together with great care
by a most meticulous doll maker.
I was his greatest disaster.

In my brilliant design,
I was everything wrong for the world.
I was a remarkable creation,
advised to hide away my swollen, repulsive face.

My glass eyes and my rubber mouth
were both made too large.
I was once ashamed of them.
They have caused me grief.

Once, I spoke,
and my words ignited a commotion.
They were either horribly false
or too much the truth.

I can’t remember why, now,
but you threatened me.
You promised to rip off my skin fabric
and claw out my innards.

You cannot drain me, though, for I am bloodless.
My veins bear only language.

There he go again
Making it weird
Embarrassing himself
Or so he heard

Hes drinking again
Mixing his verbs
Burning oils
And being a perv

Hes singing again
Spinning a tale
Writing apologies
The best he knows how

Hes on the prowl again
Watching the crowds
Choosing his targets
And punching the scowls

Off their faces

This message
It will self destruct

This message
It deconstructs

This message
An eruption
Of my consumption
Of the bad

My feel bads
For damage done
With an empty gun
In hand

Collect the shells
Sweep the scraps
It dont matter
Who was first
But last

We all cast shadows
Here and now
From frown
To pout

We all go out
Like *******

...She was naked and cold
like a *****
deprived of mercy
Seeking home with
three wishes
and a rope
She used to believe in morning love
and jasmine
and lilies
and blood-soaked lies
She prayed for wings
under the electric lights
and burn the broken pages
in her backbone
not to remember but
to feel what it felt like
She
slit her throat
and tried to smile
tasting the last warmth
of the midnight
sun...