An unjust hunger,

Your heart,
What peril it brings,

Oh the kindest of souls,
Settled upon thy cleansed plate,

Deemed delectable,
Yet such nourishment grown to hate,

Of hearts rich taste,
How thy rid tongue ridded,

Alas,
Our weary bone and flesh lay,
Bitter, aching,
We decay.

I am
just
a kid.

a kid
that you
have to
beat.

beat meat, beat meat,
beat meat,
today is
your turn
for a treat.

I'm leaving you behind
this is our last kiss
and for that I am fine
my past is where you'll be
it was all your fault
it will be me you'll miss
I'm done; finally free
to make something new
it's your lost not mine
Goodbye I'm ride of you

We are the seeds of our own evil
We can choose to feed the seed until it keeps growing
Or we can choose not to feed into the evil
Because once that seed is planted
It will take more effort to rid of the evil,
Than it was to plant.

I look at her.
I look at myself.

She is one to love
And I'm one to rid of.


F.Z.**N

I saw your fire red lips today,
Lighting up someone else's world
With a kiss, to the air, to their lips
I'm sure their heart was in flames.
I wanted to feel that burn
And I missed it, for a moment
And a lifetime.

Times like these are when hearts sink,
Like lame Titanic references, inserted here,
Because I'd like to think it sinks in deep.

Sometimes I feel like it's better to be alone for a long time before trying again.
Sometimes I'm wrong about these things and regret it in the end.
Sometimes I'm right.

This time I'm right.
And this didn't go the way I imagined.

Burn on.