(the beginning).

I suppose this is the post-apocalyptic fallout days of the destruction of my idea's, my belief and maybe my heart?
It is a widely known fact that super glue does not fix what's inside the head or a broken heart, so this is what happens....

lostallfaith.

feel the smell of rain.

distracting scratching and i'm craving more disturbing unnerving it's number four not mine and not yours i'm losing the score a token to the broken mr valium whore take off the sting

....and the sky was never blue

i'm sure i am unlike a piece of toast wavered with lusciousness and the sky was never blue whisps and flitters windy maybe i'm sure if i was butterfly's and calm stroking away

...stay still

fighting and grinding and i'll never stay still. sleeping and waking, i'll never stay still. i'm sick and contorted and twisted and ill and i'll never sleep for wake

A trickle of blood.

There was a hollow where his eyes once sat. And the windows to his soul had gone. Left behind? Lost? Or stolen? A fingerprint at the scene of the crime... A trickle of blood

my bad acid trip

hold my gun my bad acid trip and all's twisted straight. my favorite nightmare is monday gone right dreaming of fearing contortions of fun mind games find games

three simple words...

Three simple words are still so hard for me so i speak my actions while my heart lays in fractions and my head's in a stew but i can sit and write i. love. you.

please hold my hand....

please hold my hand. treat me with kid gloves, my baby. and please feed me love. i'm tired and hungry, and want to curl up with you. smell your hair, and feel your love. fall asleep my baby.

I got a tattoo today.

I got a tattoo today to protect my soul. I got a tattoo today to scare you away. It is a devil, a demonic, a dragon. My home so they say. I got scared. I got scarred.

for all the friends in the world

for all the friends in the world no advice can comfort hugs won't work what a smile would do to me from blue for all the friends in the world i'd rather have you.

don't hold pity though

STOP laughing behind his back DON'T stare. It's NOT nice and he DOESN'T deserve it. The clouds are DARK with STINGING rain STABBING at his life BLEEDING it away. Don't hold pity though

Pursed numbness.

Pursed numbness. As i wretch for more. Pursed and closed, with an open mind, a breast for a score. My need for shakes, as rumbles go round. The glass and a stretch. A stretch and a line.

hail mary's for the vain.

escapists... i dare you. the stakes are not the same indecisiveness i want you to try and touch my heart i never led anyone astray and yet the circus came with the pimps feeling whores