I'll buy a gun
To have an escape plan,
My body's a map and I
X'd out my heart to mark
Where the bullets will land.
Blam! Blam! Blam!
Here I am,
Lodged betwixt bars;
Imprisoned and sickened
In a cage that twists and ribbons
Deeply buried feelings that won't stay hidden,
I'll wrap them up all nice and pretty-
To gift you this burden;
To: Your Corrosive Love
From: My Heavy, Metal Hurting.
I feel lost in your anti nitty-gritty,
Icky, sticky self-inflated tendencies.
Being picky-picky
As you host greed,
And it eats away at you
Like a parasitic disease.
Would you help me if I said please,
If I bruised my shaky knees?
Let me praise you like a king
While you're slowly floating
On Ego's hurling winds
If you don't stop blowing,
You'll pop that hot air balloon head.

Look, I don't want my sun
To burn all this dread
I'm just trying to end my weeks
At the arcade, man.
Let my hands hold sticks of joy
Instead of stones you throw
At my frame's brittle bones;
In games I don't stay dead,
I'll make an escape quick.
Just pray my fingers don't slip
And I press the wrong button,
In a lickety split moment.

-SLuR