Born to die the worlds creatures,
flourished in unexplainable manners
surviving through time and space,
but humans spent their very existence,
debating the order and race
not to mention their importance
forgetting how to be alive,
the people started to die inside

Born to love; the worlds creatures,
became brothers and mothers,
they survived off each other
but humans soon forgot how to care,
as they tear
the world apart
if they only knew love is in the heart

Sometimes when I rarely sleep,
I see back to distant memories
to times where I would never weep
such hazy dreams I'd die to keep

When he holds me I'm never lonely
but my many holes I own solely  

Sometimes when we rarely drink,
I can feel our deep link
how we try hard not to think
about how I'm bound to sink

I only write at night,
Its the only time my wall goes down,
back to who I was (who I am)
I need you like water (in my lungs) ; drown me sweetly,
I can't hold you down (from your pain) choking you baby
i need air (from life's confusion)

Sitting on the floor of your dimly lit kitchen,
is the boy who never gets full,
of chewing up all his emotions,
to later only puke them back out

Sitting backwards in your old bed,
is the boy who never seems to rest,
of giving me dreamy ***,
but his heart is still fast asleep

sitting in the front seat of your car,
is the boy who can't drive,
due to all the different directions
his head is in

more is never enough,
lust of the ******
i can't get enough
give me sweet passion
without distraction.

I know your ceiling so well.
lying on my back.
with no clothes on.

Crushed cigarettes live in sad places.
Lit cigarettes often come and go between my parted lips.
Suburan houses contain dark circles and drug problems.
I can't stop staring at the boy with curly hair.