we are the hallucinations
of things
that consume our thoughts
at dawn

we wonder
why timing always
breaks things
and leaves them
broken

with severe second thoughts,
we go on

and leave the feeble-minded heart vulnerably
open

i'm basically either homicidally happy,
or suicidally sad

but sometimes, i'm a bit of both

I don't get in a hurry,
but I don't take breaks

when i'm broken
she will take me, let me feast
in her sacred hall

you might get something
if you put a price on it
but it won't be love

if I have to chase
the object of my desire
I lost my desire

get mad if you like
sometimes I need a minute
sorry, not sorry

I don't train so hard
because I hate myself, but
rather out of love

I learned my limits
now I'm learning how to bend
so I can break them

startin' early
gettin' *****
it's gotta be done

life is hell, so
might as well
make it a little fun