people are ironic

when you have none, you are lonely
a silent, unforgiving world

but when there are tons...

you are still lonely.
a noisy, unforgiving world

and in the end, no one really loves you
no one really knows you
they just sit there
on their pedestals
more pillars to compare yourself on

because there is strength in numbers
and my god, you really ****

so stay lonely
lonely and happy
because the game of life
is best played solo
because no matter what,
you have always won

your halo eyes
-------
i am drained like
a man in the summer
---------
3rd street is an open casket
-------
oranges are
a
creature
of
the
sun
-------
indian summer in my heart

you unravel me,
and i end up calling you master,
at the end of the night.
tell me what to do, how to behave.
touch me here, there, right there.
I give you permission to lose it.
you can do anything that you want to do,
to me.