Give me a dollar
And I'll make something of it.
Give me your time
And I'll waste it.

Staring down the red pill and the blue pill.
Trying to decide between nothing and everything.
Making sure the Dread Pirate Roberts doesn't drink his own poison.

There is no hand I would least rather die at
Than my own.

Encased
In: is taste
Adventure and pain,
Mal...
Anthraxian paste.

-

Entreat. What a treat
Treat take, speak in slur
Speak high pitched, and poised like verb.

-

Speak,
And be a being-
Taste the granules my good sir.

-

Why in place
Of talk and words
Can leaves appear, and usurp their roles?
Incontent.

-

Unconnected, perfected in posture
Stand tall as statue in excellent valkra.

-

Moulding our children
Our wives and women
Our sons-
And silent heathens we hold within.

-

Capped soul,
Capped soul.
Effect: brushed with steal wool.

-

Biases become belief
Dreams- reality
And still reliant upon it.

-

"It" is the driving force in our lives
We cant let go or compromise
Always controlling, for joy- for pain
Pulsating fever, in brain
Pulsating stacatto
A memory always wiped away-
(Or manufactured, for a brighter day.)

-

Mercy on us
Another arrives
To cure your new self/served alibi.
(White coat wizard
Bless me I tell...)
Bless me I tell...

-

All of my,
Feet are sick
From walking these plains
These cold hard ******
The road is rough
In this city white...
This city so stark white...

-

Inside, they all seem alive!
But its a waking dream
Glazed over eyes.
(Vertical dismemberment,)
No more trash pail
This whole land is a landfill.

You cant sleep
Without steam in your lungs
Steam filling up your lungs
Mozart diving in your ears

Tears, In our ears
Can fix up the tears in our eyes
Blood dripping everywhere
Exciting, tickling your fears

You cant sleep
Without steam in your lungs
Filling up the sun
That shines through your fears

Now clearly as they say
If you didn’t enjoy it
That’ll be the spirit
But, if I spit on Uranus

It’ll be easy, lovely and shameless
If I didn’t, Uranus will mimic the sun
If it isn’t tight I’ll be grateful because I’m thankful just like that
I’m satisfied with simplicity and struggle

Never greedy
I’ll take care of you
It’ll be sensual, yet destructive
I’m like a snake, but peaceful

Build up this image, of your own jail
Build up the image, inhale exhale
Inhale exhale, try not to *****
Exhale longer, now you shall fail

Now will you be able to scream?
Will you be able to get rid of that steam?
Building over your chest
Illusion, crawling down your spine

Drowning in your own illusion
Hallucination seems peaceful now
Except for the cloud you’re lost in
And that sweet sour little pill

A pill to ****, to keep you sane
Your default madness
You swallow one
Two..three..eight

You slip now from that cloud
That ***** little thing that feels like everything
Filled up with everything you hate
Yet, it represents everything you’ve created

You slip from the arms of the only thing you’ve created
That ***** little monster you’ve been with for so long
To fall..six feet under
Beneath that cloud anticipating the thunder

Of relief, and whats after
Remember, you only wanted to be six feet under
To escape that cloud, to shut down the whispers
Only caused by that ***** pill, solved with that ***** pill

Taking you on a journey
A journey created by God
Six feet under
Sun shining through your coffin

Dear God, good God
Bless my coffin
As I got confused with the system, better now?
Let’s keep going you’re about to die

****! I keep on slipping
You’re about to experience a special journey
With the same cloud now, not lost in it
With that same cloud now, raining over you

Pulling you closer with every single drip
You should’ve stopped at one
But you wished for a flood
Becareful what you wish for

As your wishes might not just come true
Your wishes might rain over you

Red pill.                           Blue pill.

               Both look pink
    under rose-tinted glasses

The sky like the palm of my hands
Is clear and faint
Holding stars and then slowly digesting them
Just like I do with magic pills.


--Watercolour

i've been finding myself
burried inbetween
more and more
moments of unspoken anger

i've been learning how to
swallow that **** daily,
just like my *******
birth control

As I sit beside this
lake,
my mind wanders
somewhere else.

yearning to climb atop
these hills,
or bury in the stupor
of magic pills.

Don't tell me that
you know how
I feel.

only this mad girl
knows, how
paltry she's been.

This garb of lies
is too heavy
to hold.

petty shoulders of
mine, can't do it
anymore.

Each moment is a
step into unknown
realms,

Please
just let me take my magic pills
to meet my happy end.