I'm just going to take a trip
to get some gas
because you see my tank is empty
from when I filled it last
maybe after I'll  parooz these streets of autumn and gold
but you see there is this other thought for which I hold
crisp leather sparks the dash
wheel in hand this could just be my last
because you see beyond those autumn trees is a street untold
where the beautiful landscape sharply unfolds
blundering rocks of shaken streams
a quick slip of the wheel
and I'll be off to a world of dreams
where no one can touch my soul
it'll just be the ground's now
to forever hold

Cause we all need a
little humor in our lives:

Cheetos and coffee
can't let these assignments stop me
cause it's a hard knock life
being a student tryin' to get it right
protestin' those late nights
and drownin' in the red bull,
give me wings
& prepare my *** for finer things

sorry for my cutting presence
a darkened cloud of piercing shards
for these words stand to make a mark
I fight for girls and boys of a crimsoned heart
a mischievous rising that shakes and splinters
that comes down upon all of our calloused contenders
self proclaimed nights of armor
to which they could not stand any more wrong
oh how they pull and tug, weeding, deceiting us along
an enamored kiss that shined rose
cloaking all forehadowed, creeping woes
glittering flames that sparkled with lust
a now blistering conscious and presence of regretful musk
raise those silvery swords
because today crimsoned boys and girls
we enter a battle of heart forsaken war

I hope you feel like an *******
You salty *******
This tangled web of pain and deceit
to which you have stitched
A faltering rock so inept
For all of those emotions
or lack there of that you kept
Kept buried away
Or maybe dimensioned
Pain and deceit
to with you can never replenish
Remove your icy insidious hand
Cause you are just another *******
To which I can not stand

I think I'll lay here
protesting to be broken
next to the lies you used
to cut my heart wide open
a faltered spirit
a hollow shell
I sink down deep
submerged in this lonely hell
ignited with heat
the ashes crumble
with soft sorrows of protest
so lifelessly humble