Who the **** am I?
Why am I living a lie?
Who else can I run to and trust
While the intentions unjust?

Who the **** are you?
Are you just another person I can sue?
Why are you speaking to me
When all I want from you is money?

Who the **** are they?
They'll put me in a loonie bin...
Who else can I trust and turn to
When everyone is stabbing me with pins

Believe in me, for I'm not dead yet
Let me tell you more lies instead
I'd rather soothe and comfort you this way
Then tell you I'm going to **** you someday

Love me and worship me, for I won't leave you yet
Isn't it lovely how your brown eyes watch the sunset
I will kiss you and love you and give you sweets today
And then I will tell you I love another woman someday

You should clean the walls
You should mop the halls
You should have an abortion
You should cause extortion
You should break his heart
You should act less smart
You should **** kitty cats
You should keep rabid rats

You should commit homicide
You should commit suicide
You should plan demonic genocide
You should hit your wife, you should stab her with a knife
You should skin your children alive
You should cover it up with lies
You should retort to prostitution
You should check into a mental institution
You should become an alcoholic
You should become a drug addict.

You should, you should, you should.

A lit candle illuminating the room as shadows darken the walls
The little schoolboys and schoolgirls chatter loudly in the halls
The smell of pumpkins, uneasy cold air, in this season of Fall
Woman, recoiling away from my unholy punches of Satan

Simon's inferno has begun!

There would be men robbed at gunpoint, children being stabbed
Cats and dogs are being skinned and women being grabbed
Elderly man is sobbing, wanting to die once and for all
I shall end it all for him, no teardrops shall fall
My stormy disturbed  eyes reveal it all...

The men used to be strong, for now they are weak
These skies of an unholy red, continue to cry it seems
I must go home now, let me out of this dream
Satan's sadistic smile continues to gleam
To the cries of women being *****
And the children continuing to scream

And so you have finally found someone new
Does he look into your eyes like I used to...?
Does he cuddle up tenderly to you like I used to...?
Step along the stones, the sidewalk of peril
Sing him lullabies and Christmas carols...
Is he a mere placeholder or an imitation of me?
Does he like violence and staring at the sea?
Is he all you really need? Does he not see your inner beauty?
Mother may I, a sorrowful sonnet for two
Had I puked out my words, just for you...
While all the beaten ladies sit and pawn their hearts
To the husbands who'd beat them
Inside the fancy shopping mart
Fractured noses and lacerated arms
Now your words will do me no harm...

Suddenly your switchblade would slash the person's throat
Put the knife in the person's hand and write a suicide note
You would dance along tiled floors, and re-paint the red doors
You spend most of your nights shoplifting at dollar stores

Gaunt and pale, you still lurk in the stark distance
You have always scoffed at the conformist's existence
You'd rather walk along the busy bridges and highways
And contemplate suicide with a sad look on your face
You'd rather drink the night away, and complain
While other people are having fun and getting laid

But I see myself in you, this misunderstood shadow
We are variations of Van Gogh, everybody knows
Teardrops drip off of our noses, no one gives us roses
I wouldn't paint you starry nights, but a reflection of me
No one else, my cold blank blue eyes staring back at me
Your cold blank blue eyes staring back at me

Sudden flicker of the Bic lighter spark!
It's become the new generation's lost art
It's become a part of you and your heart
This rapidly growing disease would never go away
It will always come back and bite you the next day

Yet you cling to me, to cry and grieve
I would realize that I am all you need
You are holding my legs, slumped onto the floor
Your stories of past child abuse seem to pour
Onto my carpet and varnished hardwood floors
You are crying harder, you can't speak anymore


I am just going to push your pretty innocent little soul away
You are just going to throw me away tomorrow or the next day
I have sat here and listened to the delicate things you've had to say
And it's only been weeks, but it seems like agonizing decades