Candy is his and yours,
we don't know what happens
behind his doors.
Big yellow van he drives,
making laughs changes lives.
Paint on his face,
tricks in his case.
The love for children almost too much,
people say he's psycho and such.
He comes to his family at home,
the streets are a daily roam.
Sticks a knife in his plate,
and gets sick from the food he ate.
In the bathroom walls can't speak,
in the bathtub nothing will leak.
A drain filled with crusty blood,
dried to the walls, telling a story
of it all.
Buries them out back,
in a big old cotton sack.
He sleeps like a baby.
Sitting shifty, comfortable seats
Skies descending down on me
Lightning strikes, roses curl
All signify the end of the world
Breathing fog on steady days
Puking sludge in crazy ways
Impending doom on fountain lays
Mountain's top in hazy haze
The more you fight the longer it stays
The less you think the more it delays
The saddest part is that it's all the rage
To fall apart at the quietest stage
Hormones shift and wax and wane
The lift is quick but can't remain
It all began to keep you sane
It all transpires to bring the shame
But lay your thoughts at God's right hand
To call for justice and truest kind
Thrown to mercy for the greater grand
And sought for cruelty in closed mind
Awash in memory and caught off guard
Upon the shores of those sincere
You beg for clarity from all afar
To sustain yourself on their veneer
The landslide draws and you cover down
With rising heat and the saddest frown
Ask for your sorries and turn yourself around
To bask in the cover of the shallow and the shroud
Bellows rage and the cries of war
Whispered pleas and whimpers sore
It's all expected in the rising storm
And it all shall pass just minutes before.
Get this image into my head
stars born sour reap the tower
fixated on lukewarm anxiety
thos elips like red wine waterfall
strawberry divine flowing the perfect shade
escape through forceable persuasion is any toad
the difference between the happy and sad face
is ours unmentioned gone to the gutters of yesterday
When you know so well how to be saved
my lips fall like snowflakes on pale cheeks
sapphire burning eyes my north star
guide me soft into abandonment, I've slept here too
minus confusion, minus explosion
when you're alone as well
patient yet nimble behind cold bars
red sky persistent my tomb of seduction
reveals romantic nagging infinite
ghastly in gallons of this choking fog, it's simply against me
sympathy for the pendulum
slanting slowly for shelter
I've arranged to french kiss a cemetary
while she lights holy fire in the sky
quiet winter atrocity rearing it's ugly skull
Only as mute as you'd guessed
fire belongs to us now
where simpler men kneeled and confessed
spoke of phoenix longing and they slept blessed
what would you do then.
im standing here,feet nailed to the ground.
im not going anywhere.
im waiting for you to come back to me.
im waiting for YOU to want to love me the way you did.
im waiting for you to love me.
im fighting for you.
but know that if you wake up one morning and im not there.
..know that its not cause i left
ofr wanted to leave
or had any INTENTION of leaving.
its cause YOU
pushed me away.
here i am, im all alone
there's nobody to call my own
i do not know what's wrong with me
why i cant find that somebody
i fell in love but again i lose
where to blame? fault of whose?
hesitation if i could start anew
cause this heart is getting tired too
if i should love again, will it work this time
or would my heart suffer in a brutally crime?
if i should love again, is there a guarantee
or could be the same old lame story?
should i give my all if i should love again
or just share a half or five instead of ten?
should i love if i should love again?
or fake it so i wont be crying then
here i am, im all alone
there's nobody to call my own
i do not know what's wrong with me
why i cant find that somebody
i fell in love but again i lose
where to blame? fault of whose?
hesitation if i could start anew
cause this heart is getting tired too
if i should love again, will it work this time
or would my heart suffer in a brutally crime?
if i should love again, is there a guarantee
or could be the same old lame story?
should i give my all if i should love again
or just share a half or five instead of ten?
should i love if i should love again?
or fake it so i wont be crying then
Sitting here in solitude,
watching time pass by on the clocks.
The flames in the fireplace cease,
and all is cold now,
all is darkened...
Vapor fairies dance before my lips
with each shallow breath as I listen
to the silence, interrupted by
tics and tocks...
Then I see it upon the wall,
movement beneath the fading paper.
The lumps grow and creep along,
and then I see you,
then I fear you...
The ticking clocks are in your eyes
and you grin wide to reveal pink fangs,
stained from your last meal, and
now you want me...
Before the next tic,
you're at my side and your breath is rotten.
Your icy fingers grip my pale arms
and you hold me tight,
you hold me close...
You will have me tonight.
I walked into this room the other day
I can't remember where I was, why I was there
That stupid eggshell white was everywhere
I took a glance, my watch had stopped
I was standing in dirty clothes among strangers
Things were smelling kind of mournful
And I couldn't decide whether or not it was me
I brushed myself off and took a step forward
Tracking mud and not really giving a damn
There were lots of windows every few inches
Way too bright, without any kind of shade
The people within, they all looked so attractive
Polished with their smiles and their wine in one hand
They even laughed in such a polite way,
Whatever the joke, I bet it wasn't funny
There was nowhere to sit so I just stayed on my feet
A lens had fallen out so here I was, half-blind
"How about those playoffs? I'm excited!" A man said to me
I shook my head abruptly and then nodded all the same
I'm not a fan of sports these days, what else was I to say?
I took a few steps further away
A young woman offered me a smoke with a sly kind of curve
A sigh escaped me as I took the cigarette and let it drop
I don't really fit in here, do I?
I was just a pile of fabric and black pastel
Among these porcelain dolls I was already in pieces.
In the dark recesses
of my mind
hide phantom figures
of secret fears.
They prod my insecurities
into inactivity.
Will I be accepted here?
Will I be laughed at there?
Am I good enough for this?
Will I fail at that?
These dismal taunters haunt
my deepest dreams,
jeering and undermining
my efforts to succeed.
They parade my failures
across my consciousness,
laughing at my consternation,
teasing me with discomfort.
I try to dodge their missiles
but to no avail.
They load me with weighty rocks
of doubt and trepidition,
crushing all my latent desires
to open new doors.