January 2012
The Man Who Cured the World, One Murder At A Time
I I once had a conversation with a man that I met at a street corner as we were waiting for a bus.
Violence and Poetry
Am I, sharp as a knife? Digging into your spine. Am I, late enough? Well no one was watching. I need your serpent blood, so
To Feel Love Again
Will you keep waiting for the sun to come? I keep eating lies and taking home goodbyes. I talked to all your friends, they told
They Call Me Melocholia but What’s the Difference Between Us?
All I can feel is the motion between our bodies. Like some ever grasping tension that just keeps things together. That felling could be unwanted.
The Eyes of the Ones Without the Face
Superstition out my thought, hallucinating my mind. It’s no wonder, thats why I never go out. Walls are closing in while, bugs crawling out of
Window Shopping For the Perfect Hell
I have felt so different since these pills first entered me. The fatigue has left. The fog is gone. But my brain feels like its
Miscommunications of the Heart
Well, it’s what you thought I said. I think there is some miscommunication We were lacking from the start, If only I’ve had a heart. Crippling
When I Became Crazy
So here I stand and I wait I am waiting for you all. So irate and confused, they’re waiting for me to fall I took
Where My Soul Went To Die
There is a place in the dark, it’s where the animals go. You are the one that I need, the one that I love. But
Taking A Bite Into Your Skin
I hope you understand the significance, in which why I am here. Just to protect you from the daemons, I need to take you home.
Am I Alive? (Remember Me)
If this knife is a filler for my love, whats the filler for the cuts and scars? Is it loneliness? Or is it friendship? Am
They Were Only Happy (I Could Not Understand)
I looked out my window today. I saw all the children play. I could not understand. I looked out my window next day. Gas suits
We Are All Monsters To The End
I should have listened from the start. It has happened before. We pray on self destruction. and leave the bodies to rot. So I made
What Makes A Man
Cut me into pieces and put them all together again. There is nothing I’ve been able to hide from you. You will always see whats
You Always Seemed To Hate It
There you are you my renegade, with your neck of love. You cant see what your feeling, of me, today. You always seem to hate