With those acid wash jeans
With that full sleeve of twirling black ink
With the drapes of long hair
I thought that we could leave the xplosion-club
After the confection of colognes
After the South African red wine
After the pounding music all night
Something **** about
A statue that can move
It's eyes
Something **** about
A man that thinks
Openly

We took the subway back to my apartment
You picked up a pebble and tossed it
I was quieter now
Would I let him inside? I have to at this point it seems
A charming prince
is a charming prince

I open the door.
Nothing bad happens, as I expect
I am a little paranoid I don't know why
(The club flashes back)
The door closes without its usual creek,
And we're inside.
Me and the charmer; I wonder, was he once a frog?
I have a funny feeling that I think came from the wine
Am I trashed or
Does he have horns?
Slimy toadskin, red eyes, 1000 inches of claws
Suddenly
Are upon me, Oh my God!
I tell it to leave mE ALONE,
It doesn't listen to me.

Every time I try to slip out of it's grip
I slide into a claw
Gushing this stuff from the movies,
It covered the bed and then the floor,
It probably leaked out from under the apartment door.

My cellphone rings in my pants pocket
I can't reach it because by then this grendel thing had broken me
Into two legs, a torso, two arms
And a decapitated head
While it eats my right lung, my left hand tries to desperately crawl away
He pokes it with a great fork; no escaping crums
The awful amphibian finishes and leaves forever.
He's never coming back
A winner-and-loser kind of ***, I guess.

I am so lost and there's not a road that leads back
I continued down a dark path  constantly veering  of the track.
I kept walking through the darkness leaving broken pieces of me behind
A trail of bread crums that no one will ever find
Stumbling through the shawdows
Making all the same mistakes
Tumbling round and round until my sanity finally breaks
I have reached a destination but my mind has taken its toll
I met so many demons they finally tainted my soul
Im at a cross roads i hault and stand still
I no longer have the energy no strengh Nor the will
I fall down to my knees and place my hands over my head
I relise im just a empty vessle because inside i am dead

My Misfortune My Title
Coming From The Bible
I Was Chosen Too Balance
Equipped With Essentials
The Tools To Bring Forth
Peace, Love, And Unity
My State Of Mind Is Intact
Established For The Cause
Steady Holding My Ground
Academic, Hood, Certified
From Eating Tiny Crums
Too Maintaining The Slums

The light in her eyes twinkles like teapots and chiped  china
She is chiped china
She comes from a little town where bad things sometimes happen
Like double rainbows draining and dripping down to meet the land
Trickling hearts and minds into reality
You see... that's never where she wanted to be
So she made a casket called home
That's where the broken dolls go so they can rest in peace
Broken down dolly faces
Pouty lips now in different places
crevices and deep spaces
Spiderwebs in the glass that was once whole
Glass Crums licked up by demon babies with tongues ten feet long
Her tears are snow globes
Moisture containing storms of emotion
Like a dresser drawer filled with ocean
...Yes
Her eyes were once stars and shined with curiosity
But it burnt out long ago
Now her seeing tunnels are stained glossy
The world she cannot unsee

Sit on a volcano, lava flow
Grill that ***, feel the hot gas
Take a hike, ride a bike
Devour you on the mike
I put that on my son
I'm taking flight when it's begun
Leaving you stunned
Tearing you to shreds like a ***
Chew yo *** up like gum
Play you like a drum
Lastly leaving you in crums
So I suggest you stay in your place
Disfigure your face
Heads displaced, body's misplaced
So tie your shoe lace
And keep up the pace

Chance met strangers
Her gaze bored into mine
I stored the  memory against empty days ahead when life would be all struggle , When rose buds dried and perished under the heat of the sun
Her eyes locked mine
Sealing my senses, clouding intuition
Reading my enveloped intent
This wind scattered the leaves i tried to pick up
I followed bread crums seeking what will end this hunger,
I long for tender lips like sugar but Touching a Heart is intangible for me to try,
I couldn't nose dive on Brocken glasses twice nor roll over land mines,
I'd rather we indulge on this poison and finally die