I was born to believe
my wings were already clipped.
Stuck, like feet in the mud.

I was born to believe
there is no life outside
of what we have here.

I was born to believe
that there is no grass
on the other side at all.

I was born to believe
in one too many fallacies.
Ha, I'll show you!

The sharp slivers of glass
That penetrate my mind
Slicing through the layers of,
Carefully placed defences.
These diamond shards ,
Know exactly where my weakness lies
And glide so easily through.
Causing me a suffering,
I long to go without,
If only I could hide from,
The sharp pieces of my broken heart.

I fear the way you love me:
That tender-touching kiss
Seducing me to nightly
Sink deep in your abyss.

Those smooth caresses take me
To places that I dread,
Your cunning fingers rouse me
To plan such lies ahead.

But while we writhe and tumble
In lust's hypnotic hold,
I fear the final stumble
That will see the truth unfold.

There was nothing plastic
About the way your smile showed
Or about the way your arms felt
But a voice in the back of my head told me so
And last weekend
I melted a carpet I thought was wool
You could have fooled me
Except now there is a hard, shiny, iron-shaped mark
Plastered into the carpet's soft mat
To be honest, I was a little disgusted
When I pulled the iron away and found
Strings of green and red clinging to it like bubblegum
And to be honest, I felt a little disgusted with myself
Not to mention you
When I left a handprint in your soft back
And strings of skin still sticking to my palm
Prove you, my little plastic boy, are just a doll
By all the tests that matter
A human illusion too easily destroyed
By an excess of warmth

The Pizza calls my name.
He whispers, "come to me".
He tells me to eat him.
But, I being noble say, "No, I am on a diet".
He weeps, and weeps, no one will eat him.
He tells his peers, onion and cheese, I am a coward.
I say, "No, I am not", as I begin to eat him.
As I finish him, he gives out a deathly scream.

I'm Bored......I'm Lonely.......What will I do?
I think of some stupid excuse to call you
I act nonchalant, and pretend I could not care less
When I ask if you want to come over and watch me undress

You say "be ready, I'll be over in ten"
And again I'm left waiting, again and again
I curse and spit, and swear it's the last time
I put myself out there to fall, hook, sinker and line

Then four hours later, I hear the car in the drive
I jump to my feet, and wipe the tears from my eyes
In the doorway you stand, not a boy, not a man
Just a terrible liar, who gets away with what he can

I nod and listen to your feeble excuse
And I wonder how I take this hurtful abuse?
I answer my question when you throw your arms round me
It's to feel that someone in this life still loves me

But it's not love, it's not even true feeling
I'm just another cog in the wheel of your wheeling and dealing
So I go through the motions, and fake all the pleasure
And pray to God that you realise that i'm a treasure

But this prayer is not one that is heard tonight
And it's not long again before you are gone out of sight
And all that is left is your scent on my bed
And the painful feelings in my heart and my head

Like sculpture
I sat under the buzzing light
Smoking a cigarette to commemorate
You stole the words from my mouth
And put them in your songs
You took the love from my eyes
And put it on the canvas
The stitch of my skin
Was nothing more than a place to wipe your tears
My clothes were yours
My shoes were yours
My teeth
Never
       Straight
Enough
For you
So I shaved my head
Knicking my scalp with the razor
And watching the blood
Flow down my face
I feel nothing
Because the oxy tells me to feel nothing
Crimson river dripping into the sink
This is my blood
And you could never take it from me
Now matter how hard you bit
Now matter how Sharp the knife
**** your name
**** your house
**** your car
**** my eagerness
Latley the only thing that the paycheck buys
Are bottles of fire water and pain pills
We don't need you
We don't need you
The life of my eyes tells me
We will never need you

I heard my brittle bones breaking in your hands
As I collapsed
collapsed
I thought I was made of steel
Or rubber
something that bends.
But never
breaks
Your hands were not comforting they
seemed all too steady
and your voice
was too robotic
When asking me to
Breathe
How could you ask me such a thing?
At a time like that?
have you no heart?

I don't cry in-front of people
You could've had the decency to leave me broken
On the kitchen floor,
So I could carry on saying that
"I never really cry..."
as a testament to my strength

But you had to grab my bruised wrist's
and push denial away
"Shhh..its okay."
  I could've held on a little longer
Had I known
You weren't here to
stay