Oh Isn’t He Divine?
You can't convince me he wasn't divine
Because to have so many
Looking at him like that
Could only mean
He was too special
For someone like me
What a Sight To See...
I didn't know angels needed to eat... But that doesn't bother me. I'm more asking where a mouth would be on something without a face.
Silence is like the dark
It stifles my throat
Closes my nose
Shuts down my mind
So if I ask you
"What are you dressing up as for Halloween?"
In the middle of May
I'm running away
From that little squeaking man
Who I can't seem to get
Away from riling up my brain's ashtray
In the beginning, He told me not to drop it... and I did. Not on purpose but I guess its too late cause now the fireball is hurdling towards that little green orb in the middle of the bubble... Oh FU-
Mirror Mirror Won’t You Shatter
Love is a social construct to make me hate the girl that stares back at me from the reflective glass on my wall.
Why Are You Reading?
No. Stop reading so fast. The faster you read the less I get to be in your head. The less my accent echoes through your brain. What do I sound like? Do I have a southern lilt? Or a Northern stilt? Wait, wait, wait, don't leave yet. I don't want to be alone in this empty plain of words and consciousness. Can I live inside you? Inside your subconscious with your childhood imaginary friends and the things you think live in the dark? I would prefer that over being alone.
Good Lord Please!
Breakups are cliche as hell, frick the real stories about "not being right for each other", temper, and uneeded emotion. Let's talk about the breakups that involve anti-freeze and glasses with only one set of fingerprints... Please?
I loved him
He didn't love me
I kissed him with cool lips
And caressed his cheek with icy fingers
He pressed his lips to mine with a cruel fever
And caressed my face with a tingling burn
I always wondered why my skin was painted pink
After he was done with me
The Little Loopy Napkin
I'm not sure why his name was on a napkin
I wonder that alot
I feel a little bad too
Cause those little looping letters
Written in negligent casualty
Was how they led me straight to him
I came here to see him, I told him to meet me. I was just so annoyed with these stupid white roses I had to do something about it! That's why that dagger always on my thigh was in my hand when I heard the crunch of his large feet, the red paint was coming to me for free.