Both of us are crying tonight,
Our bodies are battered and tied,
To the fictional stories.
You can't say we didn't try.
I see the arrows are ready to fly,
Through the narrow space that I created.
Can they strike me deeply enough?

I see it in you,
The fiery touch,
Of unconditional love.
It puts me back in a place in my heart,
Where I can learn to separate,
And remember that it is only your kisses,
That leave my lips unmarred.

Only in this space,
Can I piece together my fractured mind.

Double, triple ecstasy.
It seems you're in love with me.
Please don't **** me,
Please don't save me,
I am not appetizing.

It seems you've colored,
The faces with fear.
I have to say I'm honored,
That you've chosen me, dear.
You have me cornered.

What cumbersome infatuation.
I love the humiliation.
Seldom do I find,
That I'm fond of the times,
And it's the extremes,
That are inconvenient to me.
Toss aside the code.
Are you ready for love mode?

RESETTING, LOVE MACHINE.

Ah, burning sweet fires,
In my malfunctioning wires.
I-i-i-i-it's worth the trouble.

CALCULATING EMOTIONS.

I am dizzy,
The power's fizzling,
Out and I'm a mess.
Creator of my galaxies,
Why did the feelings,
Exceed your limits?

The knives come out and no one's ready!

SYSTEM SHUT DOWN.

What do you say,
We go out and dig our graves?
It's not long 'til the memories,
Catch up to me.
His hands were wandering,
I wonder if he felt free?
He bribed and toyed,
While I cried, destroyed,
Threatened by shame.
Mommy, why'd you leave me here to stay?
Sweet and high,
His voice was unlike,
The fat hands.
Lullaby, he seemed.
Mommy, why?
Mommy, why?
I even said it to you,
But I was just a kid,
So words and fits,
Were just another thing.
I want to dig up the earth and sink,
Deep into the ground.

It's one of those hopelessly lonely moments.
Lost, undying.
I reach, but I don't want it.
I just want to scream in despair,
Like the pitiful creatures that rely on love in amateur romance novels.
Yet it is not for worldly things that I must cry.
It is for ungodly acts of lust,
And for despicable longing,
To tell my story and to know!
I just want to know...

WHAT IS IT THAT IS SCRAMBLING FOR PAPER IN MY HEAD?!

Locked up in the wine cellar,
Tired of drinking over her,
But I can't stop. I wonder,
Will I ever stop?

The finest reds and whites,
Slip down my throat like I,
Am the richest man,
Who ever lived.

Surely the restaurant owner,
Will tell me that I'm fired.
I know I need to get my life together,
But the alcohol rids me of her.

She might reach,
For me,
Again, but I'll yell and I'll scream.
Then I'll say,

"Tell me, in this wine cellar,
Why I am stuck in this wine cellar.
Is it you?
Is it me?
I can't stop drinking.
I can't stop thinking,
Of what we used to be.
I promise I won't touch you.
I'm sorry."

Fly on the wall,
Your existence annoys me so.
Someday, someday,
I will get you.

Fly on the wall,
What a pesky thing you are.
My fly swatter,
Abandoned and broken,
Will surely get you.

Fly on the wall,
I will set up fly tape for all,
Of your brothers and sisters.
Hopefully you'll die in the trap, too.

But maybe you'd actually like it that way,
So you could have my rotting flesh,
To yourself,
Everyday.

Even if I have to use,
My bare, cold, half eaten hands,
I'll destroy you for,
Putting all your maggots in my dead body,
Fly on the wall.

"I'm so lonely,
I'm all alone."
Those words,
And my existence is invalidated.

I might melt,
Into the pool of selfishness,
Every time I hear,
Of your longing for a touch.
I might melt,
Into a pool of madness,
Of despair,
When I think of your skin.

I turn into a puddle,
And my liquid existence,
Can't be held by you,
And it can only drown you,
So we both become alone.

Poor water,
Who's tears aren't seen,
For they are a part of the puddle,
And cannot be distinguished.