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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.