Self Demoliton.

I shared a few cuts with her.
We have matching scars.
Only she was trapped behind physical Braille.
She wrote love on her arms
And carved hate in my brain.
While she contemplated bleeding,
I trembled in fear of death's eyes.
"What if she drowns?''
98.6 just grew colder.
The blood warm water she lay on only got colder.
The red lake filled to the brim of the horizon.
The solitude in her acts seemed to vanish
As all her bumps healed, and grew closer.
Fresh sents of blood stained her arm
And the tile around her
And the sharp edge that played like a pretty friend.
"This isn't the end."
She pleaded for another friend.
Another way to help her release
The feelings held inside her flesh.
She just wanted to let them out
so her self demolition grew worse.
Her heart was the last to grow colder.
One night,
She screamed for me.
But I wouldn't wake.
She bled
She cried.
She screamed louder than her voice could manage.
Wings poked through her skin.
White wings
The feathers were perfectly groomed.
Shiny and almost golden.
And she ascended. 
She spread her wings
And as she rose to the gods
I came rushing in.
She said "don't be afraid anymore."
I reached for her arms
But the blood left no grip for Me.
She said. "Don't be afraid anymore."
I shot up in a sweat.
I couldnt breathe. I couldn't see.
Where the fuck am I.
-in the dark-
Tears creeped down my cheeks.
All I could think was "I hope she's okay"
I screamed for her,
But she never answered.
She drowned in her thoughts.
Wrote love on her arms.
And love on my heart.
Her scabs never had the chance to turn to scars.
She preferred solitude.
Pain to pretty.
She was beautiful and everyone saw it but her.
Those wings couldn't even compare to the structure of this statue.
I shared a few cuts with her.
Her scars matched mine.
Hers were on her arms.
Mine were on my heart.
She's my guardian angel.
And im not afraid anymore

Sunday Best.

Shades of blue cover her face,

shades of black cover her eyes,

shades of red cover her head as she attempts to survive.

"You'd be prettier, without all that hair in your face."

Its just her way of trying to hide her disgrace,

trying to cover her scars.

"You have no idea how beautiful you are"

he says with stained breath coming from every bar.

His words were spun by whiskey

 as his fingers wrapped around her neck.

"Under my roof, you will respect me"

and she thinks
"You touched my body to infect me
and tore me apart to try to dissect me"
but she never speaks.

She frowns and just turns her head,

and he grits his teeth, realizing she's almost dead.

"Here's what you've become,

Youve grown from the wound from which you were bled"

 And she pushes him away and he says

"No, dont be that way. This is all YOUR fault you know."

 And she screams,

 " You now not from where I was inspired.

And now you're a fuck up and a fucking liar.

 Yo utake everything just because you desire,

you fuck up everything cos you think youre on fire,

but youre not.

My mom may sit back and laugh but I will not,

step to me, you got one shot.

I'm done dealing with you stealing the one life I've got

and I'm not done living so I wont fucking stop.

Respect you?

You touched me to infect me

and broke me down to dissect me.

You're not my dad,

so suck my nads,

 fuck off, respectfully." 

 She runs to her room
and hides behind the door
locks it tight
"you fucking bitch. You whore."
and the splitting of wood cracks against her skull
as he pushes his body against the barrier
again.

Crack.

"you don't know what I've been through."

Crack

And he says
You don't know what I've done for you"

Crack

and tears attack her face, Broken.
And hits her again.

 She's cracked.

Those shades of blue across her face

that shade of black that blinds her eyes

those dark reds covering her head as she tries to survive.

They hide the beauty her heart can't show.

So she hides it, so no one will know.

She doesnt want anyone to see the pain she grows.

They think it'll all just blow over

thats what they say when they think she's not sober.

And so those scars and bruises grow closer

She's got five pretty stains all over her

Two on her neck.

And no one asks.

But she's cracking.

Her lips break from holding them together too long.

and bleed from biting too hard.

She doesnt wanna speak

but she wants to scream.



She wants to yell all those words that rot away

"The lips you taste are never awake when you try to wake them.
They breathe slowly, and play dead as you pet them softly.
But you wouldnt understand the pain that stains them."

Broken glass and a pretty face.
"You have no idea how beautiful you are"
those words ring in her skull, but she'll never believe.

So, she stands against the tide as it crashes against her
She thinks of how to stop the world from crashing down.

"He likes pain to pretty
and death to daughter.
But hates the words of reason
when it comes to slaughter.
'Two more hits, maybe I'll stop hitting it.
Be social, maybe I'll stop shittin it.'

He doesnt makes sense, but he's always spittin it.
And pushes me away, and not just physically.
He portrays resistance, but doesnt resist hitting me.
I always wonder how they next time turns.
Will he hit me? Holler?
Will he burn my coller?
Will he drown my head in my sunday best?
The high socks and long sleeves hiding my bruises.

Guess we'll see."

Would You Care..?

Would you care to share? Would you care to stay?
Would you care to tell me
what the fuck you think is so great?

Would you like to see
or maybe like to smell
Would you like to feel
the insides of my shell?

Would you scream for me?
Cos I'm screaming for you silence..
Would you scream for me?
Cos you said

"I'm willing to get inside this"

Inside of me..
Inside my brain

Inside the thoughts that make me insane.
Inside these lies that drip in distain.
Its like this pain has left a stain
inside this person with no heart, no brain
inside this person thats rotting doll, rotting away.
I'm rotting away.I'm rotting away.I'm rotting awayyy

Would you scream for me?
Cos I'm screaming for you silence..
Would you scream for me?

Cos you said

  "Only God could've designed this"





Designed this disaster piece,

this flaw.

This perfect fuck up

that obeys no law.

See, I answer to know one, especially no man.

I take no shit cos on two strong feet I stand

Love me for my flaws, cos this is who I am.

I've got something in store, a master fucking plan.

I'll disect everything, just as I wish

finding ever feature to see how it ticks.

I want to hold everything, piece by piece

I wanna find everything that looks like me

Cos I wanna know what you think, I wanna know how you speak

I wanna know what you think about this thing they call me

Cos when I look inside, I'd love to share

When I see these things, I'd never leave

If I were you I'd tell her why the fuck she's so great.

Would you like to see,

or even like to smell

just slightly venture into the insides of my shell?

Its cracked you see,

just for a little light.

Cos oddly enough I'm a little bit shy.

I'm just stepping out, so I can start my life

but I dont know anything about this body of mine

I dont know how to feel, cos these things inside

they're telling me everything you say is a lie

COS I'VE BEEN FUCKING SCREAMING,

why you stay silent.

I'm still screaming "No"

but you still want inside this.

"Well I'm not pregnant with even a thought of you anymore.

I no longer feel like your pretty little whore

I'm just done feeling like a fish outta water.

Sorry dollface, you made me kill your first born daughter.

Her name was Elizabeth, and she had fingernails

Her favorite color was purple and hated that you sailed.

You went so far away, far from her

you destroyed her world with just three words

"See you tomorrow"

And walked out that door.

Leaving her with hope like you were just running to the store

but six years of vengaence past

and not one word spoken

no letters signed, sealed or sent

And no reasons for her to repent

cos she wanted to kill you,just so you know.

The only feeling she had was resent

She hated you, six years stong

she always wondered what she did wrong

but then she changed

No longer Elizabeth

she lost her sanity and now she's insane

She's now lizzeh

with no last name

I'm proud to be me, and no man can change me.
No brutal act of trying to hang me
No,  I wont be anyones necessary accessory.
Cos I'm shiny bright, and no boy can burn me.
No man to yern for me.
No asshole to try to touch me.


Oh I know you're scared.
No, don't fucking touch me there.
I'm done fucking screaming for one who no longer cares.
No letter signed, sealed or sent.
And these words are reason for me to never repent.

What do you do,

When dreams come true? And theyre oh, so ordinary?

I just wanna get out.. I just wanna escape

But I can't.

I cant leave these emtee corridors.

cause all I am is a "little whore" of yours.

Isn't that right?

Tongue tied like a noose around my neck

nails in my head

lead in my mouth

Can I pull it?

Can I pull it?

I bet my insides aren't as pretty....

But I'm not the coward you want me to be.

 I'm not the me you wish to see.

I could never be the fish in your sea

I wont drown

I promise

I wont drown, wont drown. Drown.

I have no need for your acceptance or lies

I have no need for that glint in your eyes

I can get any guy

even with a bigger size

Sometimes I feel like this is all my fault

Sometimes I feel like I'm not perfectly flawed

Sometimes I feel like I need to put away my claws

but they wont  retract, they wont retract, retract.

I just gotta GROWL.

Howl at the moon,

let go of my inner beast

let go of this dumb shit rhyme scheme.

I'm done holding on

I just wanna pull it.

But I wont drown, I wont retract.

I wont retract.

My dreams aren't so ordinary.

Keep Your Voices Raised, Keep Your Knuckles Bleeding

Someone smart once said "Choose your battles.", and I thought that meant fight when necessary, walk away if possible. This I believe. When I was younger, I didn’t always choose my battles. In fact, I wouldn't fight at all. I'd take anything anybody ever gave me, wouldn't fight back, and wouldn’t talk back. My mouth was shut and my hands laid by my sides, always relaxed. And I got my ass kicked on a daily basis. I'd get screamed at, harassed, pushed to walls and lockers, and I still stayed quiet. I'd go home and my mother would ask "Where'd the new bruises come from?" And I'd lie and say it was my friends. 'We were just playing..' and I'd limp to my room. I'd hibernate in my cave and do nothing but fry my retinas with animal planet and discovery channel until my mother would summon me with dinner. I'd shove my face and eat my problems, hoping they'd just sliver away in my stomach acid. Breaking news: They didn't. So, I'd go back to school. I'd deal with the stupid boys' abusive tendencies everyday. I never had the courage to speak out against them.

            This behavior had gone on for quite a few months, until a very special day. The day before, the abusers had made my friend cry. Today, I had woken up with a look in my eye, a crick in my neck and smile on my face. So, I camped at the lunch table. I slid sewing scissors together, and apart, folding them to keep me calm as they sat at the table next to us. I eyed them all. I breathed slowly as I saw them look up at me and my troops. And they smiled slightly; one boy nudged another with a "watch this" look on his face. And they launched their missiles of cantaloupe, watermelon and other mystery lunch line fruits. And I was hit. A cantaloupe nailed me directly in the face, and all their arms shot up like they were screaming "Goal" at a soccer game. My nostrils flared. I stood up, scissors in one hand, cantaloupe in the other. And I took their grenade to their table and I slammed it down. "If you don't stop messing with me and my friends, this'll be your head." I said, strangely calm, as I commenced stabbing with the scissors. I sat back down at my table, laughing. They were horrified. This was the first time they had ever heard me speak, and the first time I had ever fought back. The next day, however, they went to the principals office [which we had already done to report their abuse but no help was given.], and they ratted me out, saying I had a Swiss army knife on me at school. But I'm not stupid, I left the scissors at home, and so she dragged me into her office, searched me down and didn't find anything. She sent me back to lunch stating I had done nothing wrong, and not to worry about "Dumb immature boys". And so, I sat next to the boys, with a grin on my face. My hands were shaking with intense refrain from hitting one or two of them in the face. "I'm not stupid. You think you can get me? You're quite mistaken." I stated, the second and last time they'd ever hear my voice. That day I walked away a different person. I decided that day that I'd never take anyone's crap ever again, especially if my friends were involved. Someone wise once said, "Kill what you can, challenge everything, and vengeance is mine." and I lived by this throughout my high school career.

       For a long while after this happening, no one messed with me or my friends. I suppose they thought I was riding the crazy train or maybe they got smart and decided to leave us alone. But then things got worse. There were no more high school boys to yell obscenities and throw fruits at me, but it somehow metamorphosized into something I couldn't handle. More bruises were formed, more tears were shed, more blood was spilled, but not by stupid immature boys with razorblade words, but by the person I'd never think it would be. His name: I call him Captain Douche bag. His crime: Pinning me down, wrapping his biceps around my neck, breaking my back, smacking the unspeakable, and having my mom wrapped around his lying fingers. What was she doing in this act you ask: holding my legs so I couldn't kick him in the face. And they laughed. Their alcohol stained breath was all I could breathe, since my oxygen was limited. I started to drown in my tears, but he wouldn't let go. It felt like he held on forever, like a boa around its prey, like breathing water, I couldn't catch my breath. -Kill what you can, challenge everything-

And so my eyes shut. And my hands were no longer tense. The river down my face had ended its flow. And I dream like lions, I was only a cub, with tiny teeth and claws, excited from the last kill, taking down the little lambs. And I woke, his arms still around my neck, and I screamed. I screamed, not in a horrified, sad 'this can't be happening' way, but more so I was taking my voice back. I was taking my breath back. I ripped my legs from my mother's tentacles and unstuck my back from the couch. It looked like as if I was having a seizure. I finally stood with Captain on my back, but he wouldn’t let go. I body slammed him to the floor, and a painful, gut clenching grunt came from his beak. It's like he was a vulture on my shoulder telling me my flaws, picking at my skin. But I'm not dead yet. So, I bit him back. And blood streamed down his arm as my teeth crunched into his bone. And he let me go. He finally released his grip from my neck and I launched faster than NASA shuttles. I leaped to my room, and took the longest strides I could. And I slammed my door; and slid down to the floor. Vengeance was mine; and I laughed a little to myself. I had defeated my demon. I was born to be broken, but no one was going to try to fix me. This, I believe. “Keep our voices raised, keep our knuckles bleeding.”

He Speaks Again..

       Since day one, everyone said "He's an angel. A knight in shining armor. Don't hurt his fargile heart, it's been shattered by a two faced harlotte. He cannot take the pain of another lost love."
      So I pounced to my prey, And I sunk my teeth in ever so carefully, hoping he wouldn'd mind.

I came to find his true colors bleeding threw the water. I found him tongue deep in dispair as distain dripped from his fangs. And he smiled, it seemed. Making fun of what he had created and what he had become.

"I'm sorry. I'm the fuck up.. I hate what I am and what I've turned into"

You can keep your bullshit to yourself.

I'm done working with clay thats so watery it slips through my fingers.

"Why didn't you fight for what you wanted?"

I'd be fighting for a lost cause. I'd never have what I wanted, the sweet angel had lost HIS wings and fallen to the ground.

"I gave up. I'm weak."

I can tell by how you lounged so sweetly in the corner of my eyes, how you were so comfortable wrapped around her finger.

Well, now I'm lost, wondering where to go, who to trust and what to do.

You've left me without a trace of how to feel or anything.

Maybe you'll be blessed with me again, but not in this lifetime, boy.

I love what you made me.

And I love what you've left me.

And I've found who I need. And its not you.

<3

Somedays,

I just want to burn the world.
I put my heart and soul on to a silver platter and serve it with a bandaid hoping whoever decides to eat it will fix it first.
I like to take chances. I hope sometimes that when I jump off buildings that I'll find my wings on the way down.
I havent found my wings yet.
I seem to have lost them
I ripped them from my spine
I didnt think I was good enough to be your angel.
But I realize
"when I climb
inside your eyes
I still pretend that I can fly."
But now your eyes are blackend
and blind
And you dont see my perfect design
I'm stuck here, scraping already skinned knees
I'm trying to show you the diety I can be.

~

Push me through walls
and bruise my shoulders.
Throw me to the floor
"It's hard as boulders."
But daddy dearest, I'm growing older
And with my age
 I grow bolder.
"Raise yourfist and then he'll know her."
I showed my teeth
"As he tried to sell her."
And I rose to my feet
And said "Respect your elders"
My seldom act portrayed resistance
He couldnt react
and needed assistance
He choked to his minion -
his trained apprentice
And she held my legs as he
sprawled to freedom.
And fingerprints bled across my skin
and she failed to see them
And they called me destroyer,
wrecker of homes
I'M A FUCKKK UP AND A FREAK
But never one of the drones
Ive seen many things
with my eyes wide open
I used to be this quiet little queen
always constantly choking
Always longed to argue
but I always caught them smoking
SO I grew,
-SILENTLY OUTSPOKEN-
And then I knew
how to break from this prison
And thats when I finally made my decision
Everytime he pushed me through walls
Id make my incision
And when he'd break and bruise my shoulders
My anger would multiply like cell division
I bare my teeth
and make an encription
They pierce his skin
"He needs anesthetic"
His airs wearing thin
and he's starting to panic
He calls me insane
but he's the one manic.
He cant seem to catch his breath
but he's starting to demand it
I reached my feet but I cant stand it
I stretch my legs and try to expand them
I run through the longest hall
I scream every foot but I never fall.
Ive worked so hard that my muscles cringe.
I run so long but I cant find the end
This is what it's come down to,
my whole life to defend.
IVe tried to fake it and make ammends
but my mask is falling off and I'm starting a trend.
I finally rose to my feet.
and abound my fist
I'm never gunna run
but I'll always resist.
I was only here when you wanted,
now you know I exist.
I'm done leaving and grieving
cos you'll be decesed and desist.
Leave you dead in a fucking ditch
Sleeping with the fucking fish
Never knowing what you fucking missed.
I'm a fuck up and a freak but not a mistake
I"m a fuck up and a freak
but thats something you'll NEVER change.

And if it's true,

That art saves, then I can no longer resided inside this house of secrets. No longer sleep inside these emtee corridors, no longer stare into screaming glares of a dirty mirror- cracked with internal quivers. The scuffed floors, the soiled walls, and the only enemy is the one Ive become, I took its face and used its tongue to slice the neck of my sanity. All it was is lead except for the ghosts in my head. No. TODAY.

WE.


BREAK.

AWAY.

Something new.

     So, I got into a wreck this morning. No one was wearing a seat belt, except for the front two passangers. My face planted into the seat in front of me. My bottom jaw parted from the top and it seemed to go on forever, stretching til it couldnt anymore. It popped, and stretched a little more. And then my body shot back, and my spine bent as it hit the seat. Its like my seat belt snapped, not that I was wearing it. AND THEN QUINTON POPPED UP AND SAVED US ALLLLL.



No, seriously.

This is Real.

"I can feel you judging me."

I can hear your heels cackling
as they hit the floor.
"I'm just me, I'm not a beauty queen."
I'm just me.
"We are all prisoners here."

The pain of the silence
is worse than the whispers
I can feel you judging me
Your laughter, the points of shame.
Your razorblade stares burn into my skin.
Because I''m not the same

I dont dress the part.
I dont like stars or hearts
or peace signs on my clothes

But I want to know knowledge untold
I want to see legends too scary to be told
I want to wear my kind of clothes

My pin striped delight, or my button up and pressed.
My black and white corsets, my purple studded buddha belt.
Or my skull crushing boots that reach my knees.
My favorite of all.
My baggy black man jeans.

Oh, how I love to wear things that jingle and tease.
So, What if I was born with this disease?
And when the doctor told my mom,
she was going to give up.
But then the doctor said "No, it's IDGF"
"It's not curable, but it means
She won't give a fuck."

I dont care what you think about my 'fashion'
I'm isis, and I've got a passion.
And I,

I am not alone in this.

I think, I remember.

Am I going insane?

Or is this feeling 'okay'?


Or is it just another game you play
I wonder how far in I'll go.
And howr back I'll come.
What I'll learn about the world
and what we've done.
Cos up until now, I've felt numb.
[stopstaring,stopstaring]

I remember.

When we walked the Earth
and we found that people drag their feet
at the bottom of the ocean
We we found true, passionate explosions

I remember.

when I first realized how much I need oxygen.
and how breathing is so hard without it.
I hate how life is a mixed blessing
we all vainly try to unravle.

I think I'm going crazy
'cos things aren't always what they seem
Is it really here?
Found inches from my face...
I seem to lose my pase in my place of sanity.
I seem to forgive and forget, too easily.
Then speak of it like it's nothing.

But this.

This isn't nothing.

I hope this is never considered the past.
I hope we can try to make this last.

The weight of the world has changed us.
Made us realize...

that Life.

Is not always the party we wanted it to be.

But we should dance while we're here.

Sticks and Stones, Weed and Bones

Tongue-tied in my confusion
A million words rushing through my head
But no sounds are said
Contradictions, explosions, corrosions.
But what a delight.

To celebrate this self liberation
without risk of insinerations
Opinion alterations
I just fucked your soul.
Annihilation.

Can you feel this sensation?
Of freedom
To be proud
of independence

Yet, no sounds are played
Who will be the butcher
and slay
this confusion
that's tongue-tied inside my mind

Straighten this out.
 Defy the lies
of the tyrant ways
with a fist in the air and
a finger in their face.

So listen,
'Cause all I'm missin'
is a mouth to scream with.

Explosions, corrosions

Simplicity at its best.
Brutality at its worst.
Sort out the rest
Leave your contridictions at the door
This message you cannot ignore
There is no quiting,
Only fight left in me.
I shall celebrate my freedom
and be proud of my uniqueness
that will not be weak and depleted
erased or deleted

This spirit is the only thing explosive
What a delight.
This thing within me
has no sences
it has no voice
it has no love
no hate

only fight.
Only strength.
Only will to push.
You have to push your way out.
Take control of your life.
Stand, speak, strike

Yet I'm ashamed
Ha. I laugh at you.Ashamed of this soul seductive lust
for something I could never have.
I could never get.
I could never see.
Aw.. Poor me.It's clawing at me.
LIke an addiction to imperfections.
A want, a need, a craving.
This apathy has my shaking.The blade folds and screams,
I tear the universe at its seams
Oh, the self loathing.Just to have one chance..
Then I glance
across the tress
Attention, pity me!
Dude, screw that.
This is the path
I've chosen
All this apathy is broken.
My sences I've stolen
Back from the paradigm.
I've got more signs
to follow
this filth I can't wallow
in any longer
I'm stonger.
 Defy the lies of the tyrant ways
The mythological days
of this extreme duncical law
they've layed.

I'm here to bemuse, bedaze, benumb, petrify, paralize
stun
you back to life.
 Open your eyes.
And see with my words.

I S O L A T I O N

The city is burnt to ashIt's infected by a plague of envy and wrath
The buildings are left perfectly cracked
The rubble is dying and decayed
The air is filled with blues and grays
They left this place to betray the lies
of the demented preacher.

Their eyes were darkened with anarchy
mouth's filled with dust.
You could smell
the anger burning out of their lungs.
They sabbatoged eachother.
We
breathed. And fed on eachother.

And gave birth

to new weaponry.

new stratagies.

new ways to defeat

eachother.

But we focussed on the boss

no matter how many soldiers

we lost.

He sat atop the building.

I could feel the heat

radiating off his mask.

I can hear the ice

clinking in his glass.

The liquor stained his teeth

but his power stained his ego.

He

Looked down on us

He

glared and cackled

to himself

just to show

that he was better

than us.

He

provoked rape and crime

and nothing but

"All Hail the Paradigm."

He said things that didn't apply.

Only empty words for the rich man's war

where the poor just fight.

Exploitation is contageous.

He says,

"The blood of the wolves falls like rain.

and the heat of war brings nothing but pain."

But we forget the world's going green

by using the blood of the fallen

to grease the machines.

"Let's play born again American

Resistance is the game."

Churches' capolists crimes are built for the seige

but men and wemon are wronged

if they're plaged with homosexuality.

This war is for the rich

that shower us with dimes and pennies.

a quarter or two if we're lucky.

Yet, as we stood infront of him

he begged for a few pennies

for his miniacle sins.

There was a roar

of laughter

to ourselves.

The same in proportion to the secretary's snorts

when we begged for the promised sorts.

What would you do..

What would you do if we did it to you?

The silence is killing the dead.

"Smile and pretend

you never mattered anyways."

I remember it perfectly.

War paint smothered our bodies.

Tribal designs were drawn on everybody.

We were covered in stones

and noise makers.

There was melody filtering the air

beating bass drums and snairs

Vibration filled our lungs

we all were one

and all pitched and sung

to the sacrificial lamb.

The moon ruled the night sky.

We were savaged

and celebrating our rights

as animals.

Our enemy was bound

so I screamed louder than sound

to the heaven's gate.

The gods answered back with thunder and lightning.

Acid poured from the blues and grays

and melted our paints
it was smeared and raw.
There was blood dripping from his jaw
like the distain that fell from the skies.

But, there were whispers
wrapping around my mind.

"leave the boss to his own demise."


There is liberty
stuck in between the cracks
of society.
Everything is psychological.
Free yourself from the whips and chains.
Psyschosomatic.
Redemption pours like rain.
Another moment,
realization.
A worse punishemnt

I S O L A T I O N

We walk away and hear his cries.

Leave the boss to his own demise.

Lyrical Disection

I wish I could write something deep
Deeper than the oceans
and trenches that lie beneathe.
Just bathe in the sand
feeling rocks infultrate my clothes
an fall through my hands
My skin
and flesh.
Just break away.
And feel the salt burn for a moment.
As ugly prey come by for a visit
their tongues and teeth like flames.
I guess I'm the only one to blame.
for this anger.
This hatred
The space in my heart
its a start to part
 the seas that lie
 beneathe me.
Around me.

I have to face it
Open my eyes and feel the burn
of their moths pressed against me.

It's survival time.
Greasy fingers don their
greasy spines.
You've fed my frankenstien.
This monster
this rage,
this space
in my heart
cause by the one and only
Isn't it a lonely feeling?
Stealling the slow slumbering hearts
of the unborn?
They're just fetuses.
Yet you've shut down each robotic sequence.
because youre selfish..
SO, I must finde my life..
IT's savage time.

It's nasty.
Almost seductive.
But not reproductive,
or reproduced
I'm the first to introduce this shit.
And you said
"white girls can't spit."
I spit the truth.
I"m ruthless.
It's brutal.
I needed a different lattitude.
But now i've got attitude.
My foots down
I've scared all these fragile fish away.
And the sand is here to stay.
The comforting burning is lying beneathe the seas.
There's no more marsh.
And there's more salt
and sand.
burning for revenge.
The enemy is HE.
.

Let's go somewhere
you never looked.
Dont worry, they're all just meat hooks

Inside my mind
where my nightmares are real.
Where savages run and hide
where my intellect resides
and you'll never escape

You wont survive

no one gets out alive.

I've shed my skin again.

my scales,
cos I am no frail fish.

Beauty is just a point of veiw. 

Oh, Darling Dearest.

So I had this dream. I dreamed and dreamed that I was in a melting room again. I dreamed that the plaster on the walls were screaming in aww and they wouldn't stop. And on the other side I could hear the scratching of claws, so I ran down the singular hallway. And I arrived in the garage. And I saw my mother screaming at the ceiling. She was crying and I said "Are the aliens gunna take us away? Is armegeddon gunna happen again today, Mama? ..Mama? MAMA" And no answer rang back. She just turned and pointed up. And suddenly the ceiling was clear and a creepy creature crawled across what seemed to be glass. I heard something that sounded like nails on a chalk board as it ran across. And it pointed at me. It's fangs dripped with venom and I said, "Darling dearest, won't you please. Take a drink of my Jonestown tea?" And I awoke in a sweat and commotion. I breathed. I could see it in the pitch black darkness of my room. And I screamed, leaping for the light switch. But there was not light that early morning. And I locked my door. And I looked to the vent and I saw my demon's eyes. And I learned my demon's name. "Nothing! Won't you pleaseeeeeeee, take a drink of my jonestown tea?"

Take Me Away.

Is wear these bracelets to hide the scabs.
I wear no shoes so I can run fast
I wear rings for metal protection.
I hide my face cos they have no acception.
I use false words to cause deseption.
Just a few minutes of freedom

Until HE knocks down the door.

Between these sheets..

Theres more pain than pleasure.

Theres more stain to treasure.

More than just a few miles to measure

my thoughts.

They just bring me down,

GRAVITY.

Tried to get in my mind and infect it,

INSANITY.

Tried to brain wash their thoughts into my mind,

SOCIETY.

And blamed it on their natural way of life,

HUMANITY.

Now, I'm living, love, taking,

I just want them to take me away.

TAKE ME AWAY.

Before I put a fucking bullet through my brain. I wonder how I can me this any worse.

I'm already a stain and a curse.

"She's bleeding profusely."

I'm unconcious,                                                                                                             I'm breathing slowly.

A tournequet gets wrapped around my arm.

and a needle stuck in.

But I'm dreaming,

I'm deaming that I see myself, asleep.

And my ceiling is choking.

And fire creeps under my door.

And inches closer and close to my bed.

And it takes my blaket.

[TAKE ME AWAY.]



And I feel lit lick my back.

                                                                  TAKE ME AWAY

And I shiver,

But I cant wake.

TAKE ME AWAY

And I grip my sheets, but I can't wake.

TAKE ME AWAY

My skin starts to boil, but I cant wake

TAKE ME AWAY

It tries to run but I can't wake.

TAKE ME AWAY

And I start to melt, along with my bed.

THEY'RE TAKING ME AWAY.



So I convulse, and react.

TAKE ME AWAY.

Relax, compulse, retract, relax.

TAKE ME AWAY

I feel heat in my brain but I cant wake.

I feel electricity going through my veins.

TAKE ME AWAY.

I'm drowning in a lake of fire.

I breathe flames to my lungs

Its saving me from the scabs

I no longer have to run fast.

I dont need deception, protection

I have no fucking need for their acception.

One last electric pulse through my chest

And my body shoots up

People in white run frantic

I have awaken.

Choking on my breath, I look in their eyes.

Their taking me away.

Hippie Juice.

Be your own master,
Be your own king.
Be your own disaster
and destroy everything.
Be your own love
and lead your own lives.
Feel good enough.
And never speak in lies.
Tongue how you feel
and mouth what's on your chest.
Fight when asked to kneel,
and say everything over your breath.
Screak your meanings and mysteries.
Open your mind and change history.
We'll let them know
to never show
a bit of fear
of the dark.
See, we've got fire
The burn is melting
cos of all the anger thats within.
We're heated but we have no spark.
We're not interesting [enough]
I'm breathin, trying not to give a fuck.
I'm breathin, tring to live my life.
But just cos I'm breathin doesnt mean I'm alive.
So live your lives without us, but one day you'll wittness
we're more
than meets
the eyes.