Fire can burn holes in bad things,
sending a taste of redemption
and sparking up guilt.

This fire burns a hole in you,
but you're the best thing I have ever known.

It's alright if you want to
Steal my future away
Rummage through my past
And pick the garbage away.
I'll say it's okay
for a good brain to rot bad
Because the heart is alive
My big heart pumps red.

I heard you call me your princess when you thought I was sound asleep.

let's lay down in disgust
and temporarily comfort each other's doubts
you can play with my hair,
and I'll tell you of this week's misfortunes.
[we can forget the city outside
and hide behind darkened blinds]
as the dragging day turns to night -
masking our sins to shield us from suffering.

Together in sanity.

Perceived attraction.

There is no winner in the game of echoing disappointment.

she'll die without warning
withered violets in her hair
telling the story of tomorrow.

and she has been twirling eternity
for quite some time now
be aware of the eventual demise.

you're a window to the future
[you're the center of loneliness]
an imperfect depiction of a happy man
awaiting death like a match.

love that cuts through layers of evil
breaking the barriers of pain
recalling a past invented by me
it never happened, readjust! readjust!
bring your brain back and unfold!
I'm simply a reincarnation
of a woman of delicate prose
from years ago, she whispers
through voices that tangle my head
"honey, what can you do?"
you are not meant to be here!