eight ate late




the more i take
the more i can hate
the more i can hate is no more
than i can take

the more i hate
the more i can make
the more i can make is no more
than i can hate

the more i weep
is more i wait
the more i forsake
more demons i make


the more i sleep
the more i'm awake
awake to the world
these dreams have made

the more i wake
the more i can fade
the more i can fade in
this sinful world that's fake

then more i breathe
the more i can feel the blade
running down my spine
behind me like a nightmare

the more i see my face
the more vacuum fills the space
eating me alive on the stage
surviving only wounds

***** after *****
no laughter ever escapes
no super hero wearing a cape
i'm an uber zero
dealing myself in straight traits

the more i can break
blow up in smoke and flakes
choke on raw feelings
and the words said


the more i knock the gates
the more i'm not

the more i'm afraid

to lose a part of me.