we were so full of life, charisma and character,
but it was what we were so desperately wanted
that brought us towards our end,
destroying everything we were.
that my friend, was,
love.

long and luscious,
burning fire
slow and slick,
sweet desire.

in love and passion,
in depths within,
light and flicker,
a seductive sin.

rock and rolls, the dope i cant live without.
Its the estacsy that excites me, 'headbang'.
its the mother of all music, aint it?
Sweet Home Alabama, a Sweet Child O everything,
a music for the harshest of gods.
maybe thats why they have 'horns', scream
and go real high,
well its rock and roll, aint it?
so lets Shoot to Thrill, women and music,
liquior and bros, on the Highway to Hell,
rocking non stop, oh it Shook me all night long.

I am told I am destined for Better Things
My kismetSealed with a dry kiss
A drop of blood
And an eyeliner smudge
Whilst I am shattering infinite mirrors
And trampling angel fetuses.
My locusa circle, in my
blind hunt for Better Things
You can't hear my scream through all this
cotton wool
and I can't see for blackness
I've saved in the past,
a Knight in Shining Armor
Now I am trapped
Armadillo fashion
In this woman shaped cage
They said I looked almost angelic
In my comet tailed
Star studded descent
Idiosyncratic in my lack of indifference
Diving for oysters
Holding Better Things
Now sitting in deaf icy stillness
Hand nearly frozen pen-shaped
Mind unable to carry these
Poetic abortions to full term
In order to cleanse itself
For the wait for Better Things

There is a great deal of depression that has overtaken my soul,
It floods deep within, into every inch that makes me whole.
I wonder and worry of thought throughout the day,
What is to come, to my dismay.
As a flood of tears pour out of me in all my expressions,
more and more comes, more and more depression.
I assure myself everything is ok!
But who am I fooling?
Then I burst into a spirit of rage.
I have questions, and there are answers.
But I'm afraid and much too weak,
When I try to explain,
I hear I'm hearing wrong and need to be meek.
But this is how I feel, there's no wrong or right,
But as I battle with myself, I always lose the fight.
I feel intimidated sometimes by others,
But as I said ''This is how I feel''
The pain in me is very real.
I lose control, my thoughts go wild,
If only you knew what I thought,
If only you knew what I fought.
I need my thoughts held captive.

across the miles
you touched my life,
opened my eyes, and
filled my empty heart.

strangers,
yet friends,
our spirits reach out,
always touching,
never apart.

you in the east,
me in the west,
never together,
never apart.

going about in my own head,
moving around, living in my own world,
im fine with it.
the word solitary has not much of a meaning to me,
i don't need much, i don't need love, i don't need love.
even if you're just gonna abandon me,
im fine with it.