there's more to life than binge and purge

don't worry about the footprints behind you and don't strain your neck to see the dark trail ahead. just let your tongue get caught up in the undertow from waves of medication. wash it down with a glass of your finest wine. slip the blindfold over your eyes and slowly all reality will be dulled and senses calmed. the stalks grew unnoticed through the pavement. keep still, the harvest this way comes. the rusty old sheers peel skin from bone and now the crops wade ankle deep in my blood. but i have never seen the sun shine so bright. i stumbled into the prophet's mouth and now i'm trapped. it's cold and damp behind these teeth but i found the flock. the cap won't provide much resistance for your desperate fingers. peer into a collage of color. a tunnel filled to the brim with ounces of empty hope. poverty came with a network of endorphins. your kind acts cannot disguise the hemophiliac.

the girl next door

wait, there's something going wrong here. i should have know, i should have seen the look in her eye. leaving a trail of scattered hopes in her wake. princess of a kingdom of vultures that feast on mankind. i can see the crown you wear so proudly, it was made with skin and bones. you keep walking to the shore to meet the roaring tidal waves. i'll kiss your salty, blue lips and wake you up. you limp back bruised and battered with tears in your eyes. i'll grab your fragile hand and whisper softly into your ear. you'll smile and then run back to the beach. this sand and his sting is your comfort zone. stay away from her boy! she'll cast a spell and capture your heart. the ambulance is always one step ahead and the hearse is one behind.

blood, death, and disaster are a little cliche but then again so are fame, glamour, and romance

a new morning has dawned. it came hand in hand with reform. progressing and expanding to the setting sun. refining the air we breath. turning weaping faces into expressionless stares. at least it's an improvement. every afternoon the old politicians are marched out back and smothered with blueprints. our once harmless habbits evolved into dark and souless vices. they creep in the shadows and devour us with bloodstained teeth in the secret of our homes. aware of their intentions, we left our doors cracked. graveyard masterfully transformed into a playground. if hidden bones remain, our utopia vanishes.

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i reach to fasten my seatbelt. this is my communion with the almighty. hands folded from point a to point b. the noise swirls all around, sometimes it's a fog and sometimes it's a wasp. the only silence i hear is the brief moment in between the dialtone and your answering machine. lazy tongues, frozen in motion, slur endless sylables into a monologue, stopping only to come up for air. the winding, black pavement calls me back to explore its hidden adventures. thousands of miles of blending white dashes and radiowaves is my choice. i bent down to kiss distraction's red lips. the only faithful mistress i have left. i'm such a gifted architect, building walls from armor. i don't fear commitment but i can't help but notice the rope you hold. i haven't had a dreamless night in a while now. acquaintances avoid messy handshaking.

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do ever fear the skeleton you try so hard to hide will wake up and leave the confines of your fragile body? take a breathe a walk straight through your skin. your insides walking around for all to see. every broken bone and blemish dancing to the sound of your voice. do you ever wonder if 'relationship' was a cleverly invented phrase for economy? simply the calculated business of supply and demand. or the subtle art of manipulation. does every heart come with a barcode? if so, i am nothing more than a consumer. does my soul adorn your mantle place? if i fell from the map would i then land at your feet or swim through the waters of your mind? do you even think that breathing could be voluntary or that you were built simply to break? do you ever close your eyes and hope for a disaster? a swift and sudden end. one so brilliant and original it will never be forgotten. but there's no turning back once you've experienced the sweet and unsettling embrace from the grave. just ask the nihilist who sleeps with his ideals below the ground.

i don't want to live my life without any scars

i am so tired of laying awake, wondering where i could be if i was someone else. insomnia steals from me as thoughts drift between delusions of grandeur and suburban development. everything in this neighborhood is familiar and i am just another restless soul among the thousands marching toward death with open arms. their faces, expressionless and their eyelids, fastened over their eyes. i already met the humble servant of man, we exchanged glances on the busy street corner. i have seen it all and have come face to face with the revolution, and i'm cold. making a house with broken glass was too hard so i'd rather make myself at home in this cage. i have a perfect view of a cascade of billboards through the bars. potential is such a sharp sword, i choke on every sylable.

schizophrenia on broadway

i've been scribbling these letters for days with no end in sight. i am the infamous playwrite and slowly i am becoming one with the pages. my veins meet where tragedy is forged. i sail through seas of ink and brainwaves. leave me to direct this stale plot. the light blinds and brings perspiration and panic to the surface. behind every princess lurks a villian. everyone in this room plays thier role while i memorize the script from front to back. i came to rescue the princess from unsuspecting danger but i arrived to find her singly sweetly to the cold corpse on the floor. he made his bed in a pool of his own blood while he slept peacefully with a knife forced firmly in his chest. this battle in my own head has always defined who i am. i feel the bullet make its exit through my skull. i am sinking under imagination.