I wanted to be like
Abbie Hoffman before,
until I built a prison
of my own.
Now I am trapped within
the usual circle
that I have grown
tired of,
even before I start,
even before everything ends.

I'll stop running from myself
When I stop ending up running into myself
When dream was the only escape, now that it's become a trap,
What do I rely on?

I don't want to find myself everywhere I go
Please tell it to follow me not
with its mind filled with vicious thoughts

Thoughts that crumble me
Purple flashes of anger
It's just the sky rumbling


Will you ever come,
pick up the scattered pieces?
And squeeze it all back into the places,

With the embrace I yearn for?




You, the mystery I loved.

You, the treasure I lost.

Hey there Elephant,
You're type I surely know.

Didn't have a rough fairytale
Not like lucky Dumbo.

The chain held your foot tight,
And won't ever let you go.

No matter how I scream at you,
The chain broke so long ago.

So we'll both forever walk in circles,
Or quietly rock, to and fro.

Trapped in your shadow
Couldn't move myself
Your heart is so shallow
Can't confess myself

Blood in your brain
Blade in your hands
Having bad thoughts?
Knew she's been cheated

Feel the blood rushing into and out of your body
While you cling on to a reality that has become obselete
To a place where only harm can come to those you love and yourself.
Like you are being skull-****** to death by your best friend.

What would that do to someone like you?
Would you imagine it to bring pleasure of some kind?  
Like a rat trapped in a cage, barely nibbling pieces of cheese in the corner.
While eyes bulging, awaiting the next attack.

Struck by lightening of another kind altogether
The kind that leaves scars and are misinterpreted as happiness
Just more side-tracking and never completely changing
Into who I want to be.
Who I really am.