I used to think a lot of things I don't think now. My attitude's improved, at least I like to think I don't go so far down. Man, I'm alive and that's alright, but I don't think it's enough. I've got a lot of stuff, I've lived high, I've lived rough, but I still don't … Continue reading Ego Tripping
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Flawless
Gripping with the fingernails. Gaining that slight purchase. Picking away at imperfections, never knew there were so many. Slide a finger in behind the thin veneer that covers vessels, watch your smiling eyes disappear; I bet you never knew this pleasure. Stripping off that wasted paint and layer upon layer of dismal compensation. You don't … Continue reading Flawless
Prison Skin
Thought you were ready to run? Thought you were ready to go? All fucked up on the answers of all that you had to know. Now that you have the keys; you've killed a jailer or two. Can you work the lock from the inside? Are you sure you want to? The world out there … Continue reading Prison Skin
Bone Echo
Sometimes it defies imagination. Who we need to be, how we become, who we're meat to be, who we are, lost in the space between, lost in the stars. A voice is just an echo off our bones and a little bit of electricity, so how is that supposed to be identity? Continuity? … Continue reading Bone Echo
Permission
They say that it's OK. We can be any kind of way. Everybody has a little larceny in them, but I don't want to offend, or be their friend. It's just so easy and I just lose myself in the end. I gave up drugs and nicotine to be the man that I could … Continue reading Permission
Free Tune-Ups
I'm here, waiting to take you out of your skin, work on your skeleton, fix what's been broken, align your emotions and put you together again. All you have to do, is know it's what you need. I've seen the results of your self-surgery. You've butchered such a wonderful machine. Amateurs just shouldn't be … Continue reading Free Tune-Ups
What We Love Before Dawn
We are betrothed to our secrets. Promised completely to that which we hold closest to our hearts. We have whispered vows in the darkness. When sleep did not find us, we spoke to our hidden hearts, deep things that never see the light. Sometimes, in the darkness before morning, we reach out for … Continue reading What We Love Before Dawn
The Only Monster in The World
I never stayed. I always ran away and what a price you paid, from the cradle to the grave. Trust was anathema, a curse word you eschewed that left the rest of us to be abused; the ruse was all you knew. Try as we might to change, there is always one more piece … Continue reading The Only Monster in The World
Not Included
She had no eyes, saw it coming none the less. She felt it in her bones, felt it on the breeze, not like anything she'd ever known. It promised she'd be free, she had no heart to feel, but somehow she was touched. Saw what it was to be loved by one so much. … Continue reading Not Included
Non-Identification Syndrome (Misanthropy)
Driving a wedge, pushing me over the edge. Dry in the mind, unsatisfied that you're so blind inside. Don't have the answers and the questions are illiterate at best. Disregard impressions, be who I am be who you are; I don't give a fuck if you're impressed. I don't stress, so useless - point lost in … Continue reading Non-Identification Syndrome (Misanthropy)