Woah. The bright sky Makes me want to live, And the grass Smells too good to miss.
The tissues know something. Even the mirror knows. My music knows it And especially my pillow. My books can see it
The blur of lighted cars Flying in a flurry down The highway at night Soothes me in the Most unorthodox way.
Your love Was like driving straight into the… Your attention was like Lying in a puddle of gold. You were sex and fun and cotton ca…
I dislike nothing more than Philosophy. How lazy.
I was born of the Virgin Mary, Given life to rid earth of evil. Blood on my hands, Dirt on my hands, I’m akin with Christ Himself.
While I’m alone, He’s with her. While I’m crying, He’s kissing And rolling
Twigs on fire Never linger, never flit. Their emotions stand dire To the situation that cannot be sp… Twigs on fire never see.
Perfection is an evil reflection On what is really real. Solitude is my gratitude When I am sad. Numbness equals oneness
My mother is the darkness inside m… She planted the seed That grew into brambles, And now, I can’t be loud Because she makes me so
I could hop on a train. Grow akin to the screaming and whi… Where would I go? Far from here, from cold. Tell my parents my love,
I’ve been waiting For years And days And all the seconds For a warm body.
Things I wish I could say Would be I miss you, I love you, I want to be with you,
You’re bleeding down my legs, Tangling me up in your fingers. I want to run my nails down your b… And sigh in your ear.
I find no release. I die. I die, Yet I’m not free. Not 'til I die.
