a devotee of normal, i am not. its makeup and reflection could not disguise as one i’ve swallowed bliss and embraced the pits on my skin, whilst awaiting the scent of nirvana. torment me not, unchain my mind from these artless dreams half empty glass of flat champagne was never to my taste my treasures have burnout, turning into ashes in my mouth. so now, alone, in a room crowded with fruitless confusion i’m making better friends with my companions guitar and radiator i begin to understand wa...

floating through the traffic of people in a daze makes her mascara run the street turns’to a maze a day becomes days being cursed with the wastefulness of a daydream makes her forget why she’s chasing that gleam ...of hope. are her hands and rope quite a seamless cope? hair like a stormy ocean, repetitively display their love for the wind. dream bursts, day is in motion she bumps into someone she’s met in another world. FUCK.

i find you repulsive your scent, the way you move, the way you think. my feeling’s compulsive i resent your touch, youve made me drink more than i wanted to you hear, but you dont listen and so my cheeks glisten with tears no longer do i have any fears, the spears are already in my heart. i sit look back on the night, remembering the plump lady laughing at me with delight, “how old are you again?” she asked me in plain when i jokingly pinkie- promised to give away my next fag.. ..and yes, i w...

i often contradict myself, because i don’t know what i want. i’m not afraid of getting burned in the sun, or soaked in the rain. the steepness of the hill is the pleasure of my walk, so why is it i’m in pain? the daunting thought of a gentle path makes me reluctant to get up on my feet i ought to begin my journey though, the sweet scents of the flourishing tulips in your garden heat up my yearning for the mountains. i close my eyes and try follow the sugary scent without being sidetracked, bu...

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can't you just take what's left and leave? and let me abandon myself to moony fantasies, locked in this empty room. none escape the tomb so, take my heart i wore on my sleeve, ...and kiss me goodbye and ill kiss the rod. you're playing god and like a pilgrim i worship you ..i dont even know why you are never going to save me, you've told me beautiful lies to make me feel less ugly maybe i don't need to be saved. how did i find myself on the receiving end of affliction? you are only dirty habi...

intoxicate me ..with your enchanting perfidy feed my thirst with the bitter sweet symphony of you you must dim down the light, remember? that scene is well rehearsed. it's your queue to start the fight ..ignore the flickering ember tonight's inflamed with lust don’t let me see your face because i’ll remember it all i want to remember is this play ..the fading nature of our costumes, the betrayal of cliché the good, the bad aren’t they the same? i frame them in my mind but they never remind me...

miscommunication between effort and aspiration dooms in a margin of error of myself to a whiff of the perfume of hope i hold on after committing self-robbery of hot-blooded wealth the combination of the fumes of red wine and endless nights of being drunk on you on me stained. now that my sense of direction is free im crying for the moon. the screaming stars are no longer alone. at night i scream too.. about the untold story of my scar. the obligation of enduring guilt and worry has dreamt up ...

you drew the veil of darkness across my eyes and yet i am drawn to you like a moth to the flame. tame me. hold my hand in public. but don't try to get to the blossom of my make-up. the audience mustn’t taste the divine mortality of life backstage. salt away your lustful pride, crave the glow of mine. your line between love and loath's too ill-defined and it's weakening my grasp on your hand. take me to the times of passion. don't poison my mind with your lies, poison me with your silences. br...

i'm watching you fly away, you're disappearing fast you're running out of breath, please wait you can make this chance my last... beyond my reach, you're high as a kite come back, a place for us we can build on our ruins or find i believe in happy endings... you have yet your wings to fully grow, dont turn a deaf ear if only i could catch you before you crush and burn but for ever i cannot stay here beyond my reach, you're high as a kite come back relieve me from this daily grind