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
He only dates broken girls.I will destroy you. I willmake you love mewithout even trying;you’ll love the scabson my knees, the bruisesunder my eyes, mysinged hair. You will lovethe rush of holdingmy hand as we crossthe bridge; you’ll feellike a hero each timeI don’t jump. You will buyme chocolates, the mostexpensive, to guilt meinto eating. You will buyme seeds instead of flowers,to give me a reason toget up in the morning. Youwill make me dependent,even as I feed your whiteknight complex. I will destroymyself, and so you,and you will know why storms are named after people.
The Horror StoryMy horror should turn to grit that chokes the rusting cogs of passing breaths.It should sneak into crevice and corner until each pirouette of a clock hand crunchesa desperate death rattle into the mid-December hysteria. It should.I want my terror to ooze into the machinery of existence and permeate the iron.I want it to coat, and coax wheels off their axels as my mind spins out of control.The whole world should grind it's internal organs like black pepper. To a halt.The stars should feel the chill of my desperation and slide sluggishly down the sides of the skydripping burning nitrous into our eyes that in turn melt out of their sockets.I want every subatomic particle of life itself to suddenly stop, mid sentence.This is the way the world should fall apart.This is the way the world ends. This is the way the world ends.Not with a bang but with a resolutely maternal voice, strong as gravity, growling "Cancer."I want the world so still that I will see the traces of the dead le
While You Were SleepingWhile you were sleepingCells clusteredto whisper about you jealouslyin their tiny little chain gangbefore poppingpoppoppoppoppop -bigger, badder, better.While you were sleepingThey cementedtheir undying bond of friendshipand every face hardenedbefore poppingpoppoppoppoppop -sadder, snider, solid.While you were sleepingconspiracies rose and fellwith your breathand They rustled with laughterbefore poppingpoppoppoppoppop -more, malicious, mayhem.While you were sleepingCancer shoved over other kidsin the playgroundand took their placebefore poppingpoppoppoppoppop -suddenly, so, scared.While you were sleepingyou were overrunand we can fight it, of course,with artilleries in the arteriespoppingpoppoppoppoppop -we'll, wield, weaponsbut while you were sleepingthey took a misered,bleak,first victory;poppingpoppoppoppoppop -into tumultous, tumourtuous, laughteras you lay undefendedand they captured your heart.
ImmuneYour poisonous wordsThe ones you throw at meUseless they areYou can't hurt meYou can't break meIt's beyond your power
Ignorant WisdomThe best of us die youngWhy?We are blood and bodyMind and muddled matterThat decays from the very airNecessary like an addictionOur eyes are skin and sinewSenses intaking a surfaceBut to the machine of faultsWhat is there lost to us?The best of us are of willAs what will be passed beliefThe demanding of subconsciousEdicts of the soulThen why do they die?Why must a will be severedWhen it drives our existenceAll that there isAnd will ever represent us?Why do vessels feed the muscle?Bones hold up our legsAnd a head with strong neckThat its aspirations rise?The best of us accomplishTasks of a higher calibreLike a barrel of the cannonOne volley into the starsThey undertake with all motiveAnd lose the unwinnable conditionFor through their demarcationRevitalize our weak heartsThe best of us die youngWhy?Because they are not usAnd remind us what we should beThrough the greatest leagueOf history's lessonsThey sacrifice their chance to liveAs watcher of the
ursa minor, maybei've realized that the only reason i have ever returned herehas been because of you.these paths we walked over and over againstill barely bare the imprint of our toes.you've been gone forclose to forever, i know. but stilli lay here where sky meets sea and stareat the stars you will never reach.it's kind of saddening to see that you will never be theinfinitely remembered cancer, orion, gemini;fame is not meant for everyone. you taught me that.once upon a time in a land broken long ago,you told me that the wicked never rest among the living.with quick feet i had thought you were talking of yourself, a wanderer, runner.now i see you only ever spoke of me.my feet have blisters.
two spoons in a draweri don't believe in god,but i know someone putthe stars in the skybecause here you are,loving me.
lost meso i matched the rhythm of my breathing to his. nightfell vividly, violet, cutting throughstill living flesh.a butterfly made its last flutter.he was aristocratic, i was the needle, it waserratic and so we didn't open our eyes. my hands,gloveless, found him in the dark. i knew he kept findinghair pins somewhere in the pagesof all those telephone books. and atlas wantedto feel this touch when i tracedhis shoulder blades in awe:pathmaker, keykeeper, &found. the earth shivered.when i lie down i am a maze no more.
the hero of my life The hero of my lifeThere is a man over 5’8He has forever changed my fatePuts out a video every dayBrings hope like a ray of shineSome might call him a weirdoBut I call him a heroHe is light and funnyNot caring about moneyHis name is as funny as heBut has given him great fameHis friends are not as great as heBut he does not hate themNow you must know who my hero isMy best mate is MARKIPLIER
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