Dear one,
as desired,
meticulously
corrected
the mistakes
you made,
one by one.
In the process
added my own,
do I need to tell?
I take refuge
in the thought
that it was expected
when you chose
me for this job.
All I can say is this:
we complement
each other;
but perfection
is the mirage
we relentlessly
search in this desert.

Sitting in a pool of ****,
other peoples ****,
**** all over me,
I am nothing,
just an object,
a still life subject
art school joke,
I'm a mess,
a **** stain,
a fugitive on the run,
running away from life.

Are you glad we met before you died?
Are you glad I cry and cry and cry?
All these songs about the dead and gone
All these tears
All spent to none
All I want is a song from the dead
All I want is your voice instead of mine
Are you glad you're gone?
Are you safe and sound?
Or is there gnashing and gnawing in your coffin?
Are you stuck with the knowing?
I don't believe in God
And I might say I do sometimes but I don't believe in Love
And I might say I am in love, sometimes I am
But because this joy is so temporary
and Life is so temporary
It must be real
And that is your hell
That only temporary things are real
I hope you will see
That even your eternity will cease in being
There is solace in knowing that

I can't believe all those times I let myself love
Open heart
Deserted parts
Broken pieces
Left to dry out
Like roses
For novelty?
For beauty?
For suchs stupid reasons
I can't begin to express how utterly egotistical it all is
Just because you're gone
Does not mean you are dead to me
You are alive and well
You are in my caged heart
You are the matter in my skull
You are the dirt under my nails
As I imagine
The world to be your grave

Nobody likes ugly
Cracked pills
Shackled head
Pushed down
To give you head
It's me you see
That used to be
Happy and free
But now I have added
And you have subtracted
On my resume
Good is gone
Bad has begun
Nobody likes ugly
And I am very
Very Beautiful on the outside

Outside they look not normal, while flashes of different shades come upon there faces. They rome about looking for the place where they can learn to love and be loved.  'As a cosmic teddy bear they will see just how vicious I can be. No love can save them from what they did to me.'  As the cosmic teddy bear turns up to the sky's it sheds its  skin and  cries. 'No one knows what they see, No one sees what they do to me.'  As the cocoon of human-like looks disappear, there is nothing left but a cosmic tear.