sometimes the ghosts sing
  but at times they scream
same thing with my dreams

but what about when all is shrill
        & pain filled

while the words are wounds which whine
  I'll be well on my way to wasted with white wine
exit to extreme intoxication
  safe in self-immolation

you know you don't matter
  & whatever you share
    you'll never get her

and mister martyr
  you are all too aware
    you'll never forget her

alcohol coma comin'
  come on baby
another new numbin'
  un-reminding me
but beware its violet kiss
be even warier of its violent bliss

solo
  so low
The Jester's Tears
  they still fall
empty tears
  arid
    barren

how do I blind my mind's eye?
  I don't want to think its sights anymore
And I must mute the ******' poet
  dam the **** romantic drivel downpour

know why its the worst
  more of less than even the first?
only began to know her
  never went within her world

among the few glances
  were precious true glimpses
poignant potent powerful portraits
sharing Real emotional details
  joyful & painful
    fun & ******

and now you'll know no more

head spinnin mind numbin luv
bad choices wrong timing love 
cant think stright sittin apastinly 4 time to awake luv.
to give it all up luv...
but I guess it nt ment to be luv
will u fully returm luv?
reinvate  the unanticipated luv......
I often think these thing while im in between seeing you and luvin u....
r u ture?!
I can b amazing luv
weak in the knees luv
but only if u allow luv my luv our luv
to be luv that is....