Perfection is an evil reflection On what is really real. Solitude is my gratitude When I am sad. Numbness equals oneness
Can you hear it? It is the cry of the poor. Their howling curls inside of my h… It pains me as if I were one of t… But, I am.
I’m so broken, And the glass stings were my façad… There’s nothing left to do. There’s nothing left to say. There’s no air left for me to brea…
My broken heart Throbs dysfunctionally. It beats to a cracked rhythm Between dead, dead, dead And life, life, life.
The devil’s in my midst.
I cried out to God, And There was silence.
He thinks I’m pretty And maybe too witty, That I was worth the fight. He claimed he’s so glad. I’m the best he’s ever had.
Last night, all I saw was Nancy. The way she cried when I held her… Like a fleshy cradle Around her broken heart. I saw her loving me
I don’t understand. I don’t understand the cruelty The darkness The fear This choking feeling.
Shambles: They hold my life together. I’m shredded into slices, Trying to hold it whole, And I wonder if anyone
You’re horrible, And I hate you. But this is me. I’m the only person That I can’t escape.
God, thank you For darkness, And fear, And death. Thank you
I’m silently screaming Alone in the bathroom. The tears of a sinner Won’t let my fears go. I’m suddenly drowning.
He helps her with her blush. She’s surging red, Velvet and soft like a rose. Her mouth’s gone dry With his wind.
Courage was not letting your broth… But preferring to die From their snide remarks Which shadow prejudice’s unkind da… What happened when they grew up?
