Straightjacket FantasiesThey wonder why I grin, Those white coated freaks. My maniacal expression lies somewhere Between menace and friendship, Threat and invitation, screaming and silence. I scare them, those pathetic little weaklings, Because I stare back when they Peer at me through that tiny excuse for a window Like I’m some sort of dangerous beast. I stare back and I grin my plastic grin, Reading terror in their open faces While their black pens scratch their flimsy judgment onto flimsy clipboards. If they knew what lay behind my feverish eyes, Oh if they knew what their incessant parStraightjacket Fantasies
Regretful TearsI tried to kill the part of me that cares for you, Tried to carve it out the old-fashioned way, And each drop of blood stained my Alabaster skin with another memory.Regretful Tears
You, Without me.
Me, Without you.
And the pain became my Novocain, My anesthesia,
My ambrosia.
But when I held it in my hands And when all my memories were spilt, I couldn’t recall your face.
My tears are my regret.
Wintry NightI count the snowflakes as they fall, Tasting the cold numbers on my tongue And savouring the bittersweet tang Of passingWintry Night
Time.
I count until I'm blind To the eternal White whirl of Dove's feathers whipsering Down from a pillow sky And hushing the world, Muffling life to a silent murmur And to wide eyes counting snowflakes.
You and I BothYou and I bothYou and I Both
Smoke rings curl their spiced French fry corkscrews upwards, dancing on the celestial morning sunlight, rainbowing like Newton’s prism into multicolored railroad tracks, up and down and across the room. The walls speak, to occupants, to each other, of jazz, of cruel and organic inhales, of sundered pillow talk, of recessions, impressions and controlled, skillful motion. A television hums its infomercial music.
Like silk, svila, bed sheets and lanugos duvets crawl up legs as a spider, shaken by harmonious movement
She Cares For MeI had a friend many years ago One tragic night she bleed The most painful time of my life For weeks and weeks I cried Through the hate and through the water I\'ve felt her soul hugging me I\'d swear, Id loved her Caring bout me every nightShe Cares For Me
I feel it once again It\'s killing me Her spirit\'s like the mist The angel cares for me Oh, I love, Oh I love She cares for me Oh, I love, Oh I love She cares for me
We shared pains like we were one Bled the same rose at dusk We lived in search of love, She had it taken from her
Suffering From WordsPainSuffering From Words
Tortured and burned like a flaming star Her words gave me hope to the future Hypnotic eyes green like the leaves I bleed black and white, Till she fed me with words Till the wolves came closer she broke away From tall mountains I fell for eternity
Through the marsh the ivy ate my skin Surrounded by red lightning that yelled for chaos She brought her slaves to gaze upon On that eve when the princess sent them to be hung A tragedy caused from her words
The princess impaled me with a rose Grew so dark in her chair of romance No more cou
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