I’ve got a little key;
What it opens I don’t know;
I will listen to it’s words;
It will tell me where to go.

I’ve got a little key;
What it opens I can’t imagine;
I will listen to it’s words;
It will guide me with it’s passion.

I’ve got a little key;
What it opens may be a clue;
I will listen to it’s words;
It will lead me straight to you.

The truth is i get infatuated with any girl who puts up with my ****
From walking straight to bounding
From beating straight to pounding
I make myself sick
My mind is a revolving door that will never stick

The feeling
Of connecting with the city on such a deep level
Sticking my hands through structures and pulling colored lines out
The rush that i get get is what it's all about
***** finger nails and stained clothes come with the territory
Nothing, and i mean nothing can compare to staring at the dim lit concrete behemoth from the seventh story

I love picking at my old wounds
I can't escape my past
Id love to tell you goodbye
But my dear depression
You are here to last

Were you really worth it
When you stretched the truth over your bones
You chose to be alone

Alone with your altered mind
I hope the next time you light something and breath it in your throat catches on fire

Take in the noxious fumes of tempted desire

You were nothing but a liar

The repetition is uncanny

You are in my head
But there's not many of you left
I am now in alliance with the negativity
My good thoughts are retreating from myself
I've spent many nights trying to get my mind aligned
And Watching horror movies hoping the killer was fine
I've lost track of time.

This writing is in memoriam to my hopes and dreams becoming a crime

Self destruction is easier than it looks.

I'm having trouble getting out of bed lately.
It seems id rather dream because that's the only place i don't hate me.

Cynicism is my confucianism bury my coffin shallow so i can still fell the rain.

I can't stand the lack of pain.