The morning is pleasant
So was my father

The noon is very warm
So was my father

The evening falls
So has drowned my father

One two three four on the floor
Open up the ******* door
If you don't you'll surely die
We'll mourn your death until death cries
When death weeps we'll be on our knees
We'll cry out and our voice will be full of glee

One two three four in the sky
Now open up and don't be shy
Now write your heart out till I bleed
You'll never hear my silent screams

One two three four five six seven
When the clock strikes one you'll surely be savage
Now don't be scared to show your scars
I have them too if you've looked in my eyes

One two three four on the floor
Open up the ******* door
If you don't you'll surely die
We'll mourn your death until death cries

One two three four I'm insane
Cause this song is stuck inside my brain
I made it up just today
And now I'm going mad cause I can't think
Lets hurry up and take a drink

Hmm hm hm hm hm hm hmmmmm
Hmm hm hm hm hm hm hmmmmm
Hmm hm hm hm hm hm hmmmmm....

I could make the most amazing thing in the world
And not know it
Not let anyone see it cause I think it's terrible
I could be very beautiful
But I hate my face as well as my weight and body
I could be anything I wanted
But I think I'll fail at everything so I never try
I could be a lot of things
But I am one thing
A writer and a poet
And if you don't mind me by asking,
What could you be?

I think you're beautiful
Your curvy body
The body I want to touch so gently
You hate your curves
The curves I love so much

I love your face
Even with all the blemishes
Your face is so beautiful
But you hate your face because of the blemishes

I love your **** and hips
Because they're a part of you
You hate them, but I don't know why
Sometimes I wish I could hug and kiss you so much that you wouldn't hate yourself anymore

Where you hate yourself I love
Where you love yourself I love even more

I see your beauty
Why can't you?

I guess I am the beholder of your beauty

You are the beauty in my eye of the beholder

Everyone deserves to die
For something or other
Every man is a murderer
Every woman a *****
In that we take what is not ours
And do what we must, to get what we want
And what we need
To keep going
Stealing seconds
Slivers of breaths
Slivers of sleep, shattered by
Screaming-silent dreams
By the roaring fires over which we dance
Caught in this beautiful
Nightmare
Caught sleeping in the
Inferno
With only one way out

Sometimes books make me unhappy
because there are probably too many of them
to read before I die.

I walked through a town
That I once knew
Walked not drove
And that's how I knew

All along the side of the road
Bottles and cans strewn all around
Flattened cigarette packs,
General ******* and such
Stark reminders
Of those down on their luck

We drive past such things
Each and every day
We don't blink an eye
Nor do we say

Maybe that fellow
Could use a lift
It's pedal to the metal
And around all lifes corners

We drift.

The girl from Mumbai
had beautiful eyes
they could peer into your soul
as through a window

Different lives
worlds apart
the girl from Mumbai
had stolen his heart

Not meant to be
never to meet
the girl with those eyes,
from Mumbai and he.