My touch screen won't work,
Touch  me and make me scream
So I know it won't hurt
Mental illness, is a killer.
I won't eat, I must punish
I crave pain
My stomach is as empty as children's playgrounds in chilling winter.
No reason to be hungry,
but I want to look great.
I haven't received any
friend request today

I need some
help with the mundane
Traffic lights are
screaming green
to let me go
Let me go
home
trying to live on
pennies and dimes
drunk all the
time, yelling through
thin apartment walls
Voices I don't know
tell me
what to do
they give me reason to be
Still keeping me bound
on all fours.
Burning me
with cigarettes and
poisoning me.
My breathing is forced
people smell of *****
and body odor
Nothing else to do
but get gone
soo
lets get
gone
from all thats wrong

O' ray!
O' ray!
   O' ray, O' sunshine
Bring back the hot days
where my skin shined
so bright.
It had the  sun
green with envy
for that moment - all
was surreal.
Purple becomes green.
Gold to yellow, brown to rust.
Lets go and make our
next busk
tell me of a time, where
yesterday was always today
and tomorrow never came.
The sun in an ever looping instance of "rising" or
was it "falling"?
We'll never know and
who'd want to know?
Oblivious to oblivion
Living in disproportion,
Where yelling in ears becomes
whispering prayers and crazy muttering
become insightful guides.
A place where all I Am is
confused, and I'm the
Confusion. Now bring me to madness
and (I Know the conclusion)

You'll never know who
closed the door-
when you were
never awake to begin
with. Laying alone, cold...
you find comfort in the heat
of Others, but
in the heat of
others you find tension
teeth clenching, tight
being exaggerated and
intensified to the
point
where you'd concentrate
so hard into concentration
you'd die to be falling safely
from the reel of images leading
into static Sanctuary

Tiger eyes behind
Silver lines and
Nonexistent badges of authority.
Your somewhat of a
minority without a voice
nowhere to turn,
But turn fierce.
Your teeth sharp as ever
Never better!

Your coat is Fancy,
Your story isn't
You ****** with some guy
to get where you are.
Not very far from where
you started .
So you started to pout
and pour your spout on
Someone else for 200 dollars

Incums great you
roll in the bills(dollars)
Smile is fake, but you make it
because you faked
your "O" face and recited
The other vowels
on their lips.

Today was the morning like other days
but I cannot focus my mind just strays
the empty bowl stings with dull pain
like her would be none ever again!

I light the gas and look around
for her purr’s faintest sound
seek in air a long known smell
silky caress of a raised up tail!

Two deep blue eyes don’t beg of me
to love for love given freely
morn’s kitchen is only grey
where she haunts from yesterday!

These winter days she craved me close
if I refused lap sighed morose
softly spoke her petal face
I wouldn’t ever love you less!

She hid her away when strength failed her
beyond all eyes to quietly suffer
not let me know on what sunrise
dreaming of me she closed her eyes!

Lyricism, is always fun
to play with.
Going with the natural
flow of conciousness,
And not being conscious
Of the never ending film
Of life.
Living as it is
And know how,
How to be, is. Never
Questioning what you know,
But knowing what you know
Is as much as you know
For that second.