Shopping CartsI owe the world nothingBut to you I owe the worldIm only dead weight in this boatBecause its only me and youThe fish dont bite this time of yearBut that doesnt matterWe keep on moving downstreamEndless awe, blue eyes, green wavesIf only I could speakMaybe I wouldnt feel so aloneIf only I could speak to youIf only I could speak
The Eminence Of Eternal SleepYou will be thereEveryone will be there with youIll be dressed upSuit and tie, makeupPlease dont cry, It hurts when you cryJust move onDont look backClose the lid and walk awayPlease dont wish to see meIt'll break your heartAnd dont cry, it hurts when you cryI hope that you live happilyBig house, white picket fence2 kids and a dogI hope you have funDont tell your kids about meIt'll bother themPlease dont cry, it hurts when you cryBuild a new lifeYou'll choose the best path, I know you willJust turn your back and leavePlease dont cry, it used to hurt so much
Stoned Back To RealityMetallic eyes pierce my backPoison fingertips brush my faceThe psuedo-security sets inAnd i am forced to complyThe dream becomes realityAnd the latter a dreamThe flipside of my own universeIs my own anti-universeMy reality is a dream
SharingThere are things in this world that I dont understandThere are people that I dont knowThere are things that I will never do with my lifeThere are days that I will never seeThere are places Ill never goThere are not enough minutes in lifeThere are people like you that I wont be able to share them with
Reunion of SoulsI have a razor in my handI have a picture in my headIf you cant be here with meIll come join youAnd everything will be okay
All Of MeIm a wide eyed childIm a serial killerIm a lieIm a sinnerIm a jokeIm a fallacyIm a bookIm a pathetic wasteIm a junkieIm a saintIm a spin-offIm a bastardI am everything that I could ever hope to beI am breathing, everythings okay
Looking For The TimeHaving not the wisdom to ruin my own life, I turn to youKnowing nothing of love or how to fall in and out of it, I turn to youReleased now are my demons, blame to be placed, I turn to youFreedom I have not, so once again, I turn to you.......And you disappear
Matthew 1220London took my breath awayI gasped, unable to find the nourishment in the evil air that settled after your plane departed.I shiver, willing to move on, but not bearing enough strength or courage to do soI burn, I pine, I perishI curse the day that London stole my better half
Bullshit Lies and False Pridestill lifestill bornwas i ever alive at all?i know that im not anymore
EvolutionEvolutionis a silent process of changingwe realise from the result.It Can't Be The Target.
A DefinitionWords that mean the same as ‘gay’:Happy, bright, joyful.Queer and homosexual.Words that do not mean the same as ‘gay’:Weak, stupid, lame.Evil, abomination, shame.You got that?Okay.Because ‘gay’Is not an insult.
I'm Going NoWhereI'm Going NoWhere, But My Way Is Certain.
NadirHis shotgun smilesays it all -smell of rabbits matingin the basementkeeps him up at nightand he likeshis neighbor's daughteras she stands on tip-toein the back yard,peering through his windowor drowning kittens in the river.He keeps a razorin his bedroom,siphons after-shave througha loaf of breadand calls it magic,remembering how his teacherfound him naked,shoved into a closetand how she putmarbles in his mouthto keep him from speaking.His mother only laughedand told him to washhis clothes outin the bathtuband not drip wateron her carpet.Don't leave a witnesshis best friend said.Pictures have earsand walls can feellike familywhen God has seen your secrets.
ExelixiΕξέλιξηείναι μια σιωπηλή διαδικασία αλλαγήςπου αντιλαμβανόμαστε εκ του αποτελέσματος.Δεν Μπορεί Να Είναι Ο Στόχος.
LostLost –Like a vagabond.Split – At a four-waystreet, past any signsthat I comprehend.If I had I had it my way,I would cruise on the highwayand never stop.
Team In our days the word "team" only refersto basketball and football teams.
pillow talkthere are thousandsof tongues i couldmemorize; new wordsfor love tucked betweenteeth often bitingtoo hard.my chapsticked lipscould learn to bow togrammar laws incountries i'llnever visit.i could master writingsymphonies in syntax,spend hours penningvolumes in languagesof longing and love,but i'll never find aphrase that fits youthe way your body fitto mine, back bent.i'll never find a namefor how our lips tuckedtogether, for my handsin your hair, for therapture in your eyes.
adolescenceWe look up into the skyand see the stars as millionsof possibilities for us to wrap our handsaround and try, picking and choosingour favorite constellations like applesin the fruit aisle of a grocery store.We talk about our dreamsof leaving this townfar behind and far away,but we don’t talk about howleaving home means leaving each otherand each constellation we wrap our handsaround propels us into completely differentdirections. We want to hold on to each otheras much as we want to let go of this dustbowl,but we can’t have both,and that scares us.We look up into the skyand see how big the galaxy iseven when we can’t see 90% of itand we are suddenly aware of howsmall we actually are, barely grains of sand,barely specks of dust, barely here at all.We stop looking up and lookdown at our feet shuffling,worried and afraid for each otherbecause we barely sleep and failinga class means failing high school,failing to get into the dream college,fai
Scared ShitlessThe power of the razorThe power of the wristThe power of the mindAgainst the power of the wishDeath on swift wingsOr on slowVisit me tonightNobody has to know