We’ve been dying at a fast pace
And I’m addicted to the way you taste
Dim the lights
I don’t want to stay inside alone
Tonight’s the night
Let me see what will make you moan
You can hide inside all the places
I decide to never look
Always keeping your face in mind
Cursed with bad luck
Looks like we’re decaying from the drugs

On the way out
Hitting my shoulder on the doorframe
Almost like I’m drunk
Sitting on the cliffside above California
Bloodshot eyes and sleep deprived
3 A.M. angel wings dyed black
Run my hand through my fade
Careful not to touch the horns
Delicately made of salt
And all these waves
Could help me sleep at night
Awake to see with white X’d out eyes
We could change, but talk is cheap
And I’m a demon with demons
And my demons are down for ya
With the sun coming up
The pains coming
But the rush is feelin’ amazing
Flash a devilish white smile to myself
Watch the skyline fade into black

Drowning in sin
Watch me burn
Doused in holy highs
Nothing left but bones
Don’t look in her eyes you’ll turn to stone
I wanna go, I wanna leave
This world might just not be for me
Hell is where we might find some peace
Don’t forget to breathe
When your minds at ease
When we’re chasing highway lines
In the moonlit hours
Certain things go bump in the night

if I got a poem out of every message I receive...ha!...I do...

quite a bit upon to chew,
but a request from her,
to please ignore her weirdness,
too juicy to pass unnoticed,
because it goes to the heart of the mad matter

'tis that weirdness that I do so cherish,
fully reflected in my own poem-children,
my multiple identities, that the FBI is yet tracking

give me your weirdness, yearning to be free,
so my poems can be inscribed upon a crown

and daughter adopted dear,
that one crown,
thy name,
thy madness upon it etched,
modified to rest
easy
upon thy temples

<•>
for Ali

on the state border in your wagon
thinking too much about
the future even though we’re just pretend
and this is the last time i’ll see you

illuminating my inability
to tell my own character
and trying to empathize with
your own despite us

being just pretend and our organs
are more than cotton, fabricated
hearts and both using each other
even though we’re unimportant and fake