Hush little baby, don't you cry,
Mama's gonna feed you some cyanide,
If that cyanide don't **** you,
Mama's gonna drown you in the tub,
If you don't go glub glub in the tub,
Mama's gonna stab you a thousand times,
Hush little baby, rest your head,
In a few seconds you'll be dead,
La la la la la la la la la,
La la la la la la la la la.

What do you want from me?
Do you want my love or my history?
Shall you accept these pieces of a man
living a life made of rusted ideas?

Are you willing to make love to an effigy?

I can give all that I am to you in a
single moment of purple ******,
but when the dawn comes,
my body turns to ash upon your bed.

Waking and you find the pieces of my
soul I left for you...my heart a burnt offering.

I am not a poet, not a man, not a person...
not the idea of love you were given.

I am pieces of a broken boy left to give you,
a love shaped and broken by the idea of love.

Pretending that there is something worth
hunting for deep within what I may have given.

I have nothing to give save emptiness.....
nothing but the desert sands.

I am going to make you love me,
but it will hurt.

Machines describe the current world
And people are turning machines
They no longer feel
They just do as per their own commands
They use their lone thoughts
They process both good and bad
They are headed for hell
They no longer have love
They are no longer sorry
They no longer have understanding
Human are no longer humane
They work on grudges
*** for that is their game
Garbage in garbage out is their key
Old men waste girls
Young boys are used by grandmothers
The world is dominated by senseless individuals
Who still are careless
I wonder if alone I see this !!!
Let us come back to ourselves people
Let's search humanity
And
Perhaps a better future shall stand

He kissed me like he was afraid of my mouth. He knew of the knife I kept hidden between my teeth, but he didn't know I only use it when my voice gets loud and I can hear my heartbeat in my ears.

I can hear my heartbeat now, but that's only because my hands are palm up next to my face as I lay back on the bed. I stare at him, left eye, right eye, and back again, but I can't tell which one is lying, or if they're even lying at all.

It's funny how someone can look at you and make you think back to the time you were seventeen and freezing in the back seat of a sedan because you knew how to take your clothes off, but you forgot how to keep yourself warm.

But you're not seventeen, and this isn't January, and you don't have to wonder if his finger tips want to keep you or if they just want to see how long they can stay on your ribcage without getting burned.

Either way, he kisses you again on the mouth, and once on the cheek, but not on your collarbone because he isn't sure if it's his to take or not.

And for some reason, you fall in love with him. Not for his lips, his fingertips, or his breath on your skin, but just because you want to belong to someone for a little while.

You want to let him think that he can map your caverns and carve initials in the mountains of your spine and maybe even let him believe that he's at home in the sea waters that stand between you, not knowing how deep they really are.

"I can swim," he says.

"But can you drown?" I ask.

You say you love me... Prove it
You say you want me... Fight for me
You say I'm beautiful... Show me I am
You say I'm ****... Compliment me
You say I turn you on... Make love to me
You say you don't want to leave... Then stop walking out

At the end of the day I'm left holding an empty heart full of air. A heart so lite that it floats away like a balloon that escaped a little girls hand. She cries for the balloon and she desperately wants it back, but she will never get it back. Once its gone, its gone.