Drink? Drunk,
Think, thunk,
Smoke skunk,
Beds; bunk,

Time? Now,
Rhyme, how?
Crime, wow,
I'm down,

**** = ******,
Pills / Everybody,
Still + Study,
Chill - Buddy.

"I'm sorry," I remembered saying.
"I'm having a hard time with words right now."
My brother nods his head,
unsurprised and worried.
"I'm going to go get another drink," he says,
and I understand that much,
before words lose all meaning
again.

This Journey on strange tide..

Your flawless smile...
Tht take me with u for thousands miles...
Your sweetened words...
Thats humm in ears like I never before heard..
The innocence soul you hold...
That melt my mind in freezing cold..
It's dream to hv you as a  beautiful bride..
How would I tell you,
The journey on  this stranger tide.. ♥️♥️!!

I find it strange
This eerie feeling
It is too quiet to move
The demons might wake up
And then I would too

It find it strange
I dyed my hair blue
But when I turned the lights out
Nothing has changed
I still feel blue

I find it strange
This morepork no longer calls
It used to call for hours
Maybe it died
Or left for other views

I find it strange
Did you see the moon and the stars?
This night feels off
This bed does not feel right
The covers feel too close

I find it strange
Nothing has changed
But everything feels wrong
I think I will just write
Till the sweet dreams come

When you first fall
It's the puppy love phase
Everyone wears their finery
After a time comfort sets in
The beasts come out to play

We were always backwards
We were monsters from the start
Comfortable and raw
Flaws worn proudly
Unabashedly ourselves

For us, the puppy love came after
After the fighting
After the break up
After the hatred
After the reunion
How did we go through love
Backwards?

Out of the womb into the microwave.
Brain cells pop,
Electric shock.
We all worship,
In the house of metal.
Devil in the computer,
Screams like a kettle.

She sings through the holes in my head,
She likes me better when I’m half dead.
Fading in and out like a ghost,
Possessing me when she needs me the most.

Metal temptress.
No one sings like you.
Metal temptress.
No one can dress like you.
I hear your whispers through the radio.
I see your image on the video.

Pavements of heaven grow colder against your moonlight.
Your lies rung through my head,
I still see the truth in what you said.

No one lies like you,
No one believes you like I do.

You've changed the order to something strange
I've rearranged your change back to disorder