I won't go to bed crying tonight. I know all your tricks cause they like what I got. You cannot show your face And yet, you show disgrace. Supposed to be my fucking sister in arms! Don't think you'll make it far from nooses you've hung. Insecurities seep through your tongue. So what if I'm ugly? At least I'm bubbly. The truth is you're the one who planted the bombs!
When he gave man the blues, man became loved. A most powerful drug, people kill just to get a hold of it. Take it away and you're trembling. If I could ask the devil for one thing, I'd ask him to turn me to stone.
There is a block. A wall surrounded by a plague. Everything I felt before the wall has evaporated into mustard gas. If I try to break through, I break out in hives. I lay waiting, just waiting for it all to be over. My life means nothing if I can't get through. All I feel is nothingness. Just a sickness in my throat. A brick falls down and then another. It begins to crumble as I feel better. The wall is destroyed by my immunities and now I have a new enemy, all the thoughts that I had lost.
For many moons, I've admired your beauty. Through it's many phases. Each night, you are born to live and to die and to live again. You are the embodiment of human spirit. Thankfully, your beauty shall never die.
I got a bad feeling after saying yes. Thought it was just my immaturity when really it was my inner child. They said, "No, don't do it! You've been down this path before!" I didn't listen to them. I listened to the money. The money, it says, "You need me to survive. Without me, you're nothing. You're a screw up!" Without the money, I can't be who I want to be. Without my inner child, I can't feed myself. The money and the inner child rarely ever see eye to eye. That's why I block one if them out for months at a time. I can't be creative if I...
Now that I know what I like, I don't know what I want. I want my girlfriend back. I want a new boyfriend. I wanna have a child. I'm too young to be a father. Can I be devoted to you while I screw someone I've never even seen? Should we just be friends who call each other baby? Are we married with benefits? Maybe I want dick, maybe not yours. I know I want to touch vagina. But at what cost? I could miss out on all the possibilities just for you. Hand me a crystal ball and I'll ask who I should be with, you or me?
Tribal singing, Church bells, Dancing in the nude. Fairy tales, Mermaids, Good poetry. Lavender, Makeup, Rose gold wedding bands. Philosophy, Pornography, The ugly side of you. Enlightenment, Psychology, Naming my houseplants. Her name is Laura.
Lush, green grass I awaken on. The sun bright upon my face, I do not feel it. I cannot feel anything. The birds, if they do sing, I hear none of their merry tune. I see everything and hear nothing. Except for a man. A man whose head was of a stag. I wail for I know who he is. He's the one who takes me to the next life. The horned God approaches, one hoof in front of the other. He sings the gentlest song: "Eyebright, lily, foot of a Colt, Ne'er grow old in my garden. Ripe as the fruit ye always will be, Bright and beloved...