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.
Why am I crying? I’m not crying at the loss of love… I’m crying because I never experi… True love. I wanted epic.
If flowers could cry, Would the water out-spilled Also drown them Like a sloshing grave of Wet mud?
How can somebody Who loves to explore Be so afraid to leave?
You were the devil. I knew it before you did; And I was St. Mary With clouds trailing behind me. I gave you my virtue
Love is the sickness. Love is the cure.
Shambles: They hold my life together. I’m shredded into slices, Trying to hold it whole, And I wonder if anyone
He helps her with her blush. She’s surging red, Velvet and soft like a rose. Her mouth’s gone dry With his wind.
Perfection is an evil reflection On what is really real. Solitude is my gratitude When I am sad. Numbness equals oneness
Flurries in India: Nothing’s impossible If life is a string Pulling me along.
I forget how to love When I’m gritting my teeth Because I’m a fucking hole/ Nothing’s coming out of my mouth n… Because I don’t love my mom,
My broken heart Throbs dysfunctionally. It beats to a cracked rhythm Between dead, dead, dead And life, life, life.
So stealthily I lead: Touching green, Seeing rocks below me. I’m gulping pride Because I know life is
Mark, I miss you, And I love you. Each day is lost Without you.
I wish I could tell my brother That I loved him, But the words are tight in my thro… And I’m a coward. I wish I didn’t say “thank you”
