If I told you a story
a story of the heart
the one that butchered my soul
the one that toyed with my heart
the one that left me with pain
the one that my prayers were never answered
the one that was
the one that is

The one that smoked me
the one that turned me into ashes
the one that danced on my grave
the one that dried my eyes
the one that took my breath
this is that story


We are here cause money isn't fame
We are here cause your the bullet that you used to take for me
we are here cause we don't make sense
We are here cause i need to find a way to breathe
we are here cause love is a real fiction
We are here cause death didn't want us
we are here cause ilove you is just a chorus
we are here cause the broken pieces,can't be fixed
We are here cause I don't believe
We are here cause i don't believe in you,us...love
We are here cause you resurrected and i died
we are here cause i died along time ago, but death couldn't have me
we are here cause i hate you more

We are here cause you didn't set me free

The way you moved
serpentine,
wrapping yourself around me
& always giving your all.
You took me,
my granite,
to new heights
& we exploded,
hotter than a super nova.

I would crawl
a million miles
to recapture
the rapture
you once gave me
sunspots.

Incessant rains lend a mystical landscape
Rejuvenating lives which lay dormant
Blessed with a new lease of life and vigor
Praying to the sky to shower us with grace
Free spirits are filled to the brim, with joy
Dancing to the music of happy souls
Running towards the end of the Earth
An unhindered view of the misty hills
Wondering, the lucky ones residing there
Who can touch the clouds and play hide-n-seek
I feel the rain washing away my last bit of pain
I am but a part of nature, sharing the happiness
Rains galore, fill each and every crevice of pain
With the new hope of life, from which we can gain
Mystical landscape, a breathtaking view
The rains have opened up a new way of life
Full of hope and brimming with joy, I welcome the rains

Ba-***.
Ba-***.
Ba-***.
Ba-  CRACK

(hear that?
    
             my heart just broke.)


And- it's your fault.
All of you.
You hideous, gorgeous, creatures.

Everything you write
Makes me want to cry
Breaks my beating heart
Takes, and takes, and takes.

                         And then

Everything you write
Gives my heart hope
Lives in my soul.
Returns, returns, returns.

How can we do it?
How can we possibly do it?

Play god?
Give life!
Give death!
Take hope!
Take mourning!

Every day, we create tiny universes, pocket worlds, works of art.
Every day, we destroy the same.


Only one explanation.

**We must be mad!

It had been
one of those
microdot nights.

I woke up feeling
like I had run
three marathons.
All I could remember
was feeling good
& flesh-blurs,
those patterns of
sweet movement
etched on the inside
of my aching skull.

The bedframe
had been destroyed
and gossamer
floated from my mouth.
Magenta lip-prints
made a trail
down
from the middle
of my chest
to other sensitive-places.
It appeared as if
I had pulled out
all of her tail feathers
in the place she was lying,
a true fairy in repose,
I drowned in her spirit.