He fooled you into flowering-
Winter with his liar’s gaze
He pulled your petals to show you how you feel
He stole your hand to show you what was real

He fooled you into flowering-
A winter’s fleeting warm confession.
You broke your beauty out to doom
As frigid fingers pull your petals to show you how you feel
As the fractured flower falls to show you what is real
…to love you.
…to love you not.
…to love you.
…to love you not.

The morning brought the tremors of gray tumors in the sky
and it’s such a shame
that you had to hang yourself to dry your eyes
you broke the Sun
once you stared too long just to find
that you were blind
and what’s your name?
just an acronym of letters
without the words to tell them better
and It burned the colors in the rain
and made you bask in the pity of the sane
you were the working dead running from the living red
just finding sunshine in the telescope
a morbidity without the soap dangling on a rope
a sad addiction to fictional afflictions
as an urgency and Exit signs away your strife
with white gloves and an empty smile of love from above.

And how many gods does it take to change a light?

It’s the key to open your heart

One press to blow it apart

to be fickle like a fire

only by desire do we design

mine a mind of mine

and find an urgency in signs

drawing contingencies in dotted lines

so hit it and forget it

all the cost in memories

soon enough you’ll get it

exit wounds hemorrhaging.

I’m starving for attention

and you have plenty on your plate

so give me your intention

and we’ll call it just a date

as wine turns to water

and God is always late

as the callous man burns you

and the patient man waits.

So give the man your order

and dress your thoughts ornate

And when the man desserts you

I’ll help you clean your plate.

You be Lex

and I’ll be your Supa

I’ll step on you

like Mario does Koopa

We’ll fight it out

cuz we love to hate

losing the end

From a winner’s fate

beat me to heal me

so we can fight again

quarter circle forward

and I’ll be your Ken

so keep it going to the end

save ourselves from the final sin

because everyone dies

when someone wins

Continue?

It’s a pill from your mouth to mind.

A cure that only words can find.

It drips in my ear

drowns out the fear

listens to what I want to hear

and at the end of the day

it’s not what you do

but all that you say

that saves this soul

so give me the the thrill

in heart shaped pills

that tell us what we could feel

Cuz I’m ill, I’m ill

and you heal, you heal

and with lips

you try to feel

what a heart can’t ****

but don’t do

don’t try

you’ll fail

I’ll die

just let it be

let a bleeding heart lie.

Sometimes a hollow hug hurts

a buzz word stings

like a game of blame and acid shame

and the very venom we secrete

stills a heart of a simple beat

to hold and to perish

a love well-worn

to fold and to cherish

a beast forlorn.

You keep it running on
So why don’t you **** it
With a point.
With a point.
You make a mind flutter
By the way that you stutter
Pause your words like your life
Stuck in a coma
So why don’t you spill it
Before you **** it
With a point.

With a point..

With a point…

Hold my hand

and pull me down

a penny and dime

for a quarter of your time

make me spin around your eyes

take me when the stars align

you bet on change

for rich dreams

but I take

you give

you’re done

I live.

It’s the best when it burns brightly

like an arsonist of wooden bridges

It’s the murdering of moments nightly

as a moth to a flame inherits its own blame

because a cord cutter cuts

and a pain monger guts

a life just to feel

the good bye high

the good bye high

so lo and behold

a rainbow bridge and rumors I am told

of a brilliant pleasure

from an empty *** of gold

like a glorious treasure

of words that I am sold

but, nothing takes my heart like hurt

when we beat a rainbow into black and white

when we see that pain shows wrong is right

so I’m looking for hello in

the good bye high

I’m going to say hello to

the good bye high

the good bye bye

I am the sweater

for while you weather the weather

I am the warmth

of a holey disposition

you’re frigid but are you cold?

you’re paid but are you sold?

More or less I am told

I am the sweater

for whether you weather the weather

I am the calm

of a shying shielded sun

you’re loud but have you told?

you’re here but are you bold?

More or less I am told

You are the body for a cardigan

all that you seem at its seams

You are the knitted lion with its mane

of a proud and brilliant claim

you’re hungry but have you fed?

you roar but have you said?

confessed a truth in red

pull this thread

pull this thread.

A word bites

As an idea infects

And a world moves

When a life defects

An army rises

Like hungry fools

A mob dines

With its ****** tools

A mind rots

As its flesh decays

Finds its worth

In what it weighs