i gave my heart to rock and roll

i love it how you can say one thing, and everyone hates you for it.
the wine glass is full, but your heart is still empty.
maybe you don't know the situation, and maybe you are overreacting.
their loss is bigger than yours, so why do you continue to make such a big deal?

blood stains the carpets like a painted canvas.
it has a story.
the girl with a narrow view, who could only see halfway.
she lost it through in through.
slit her throat to calm the storm.
nothing is as it seems, nothing is in the norm.


your heart is bursting with mad desires to have me here, right now.

i wish i could force fate to go my way

i strum my bass like no tomorrow, thinking it will mean something to someone.
i pray my dreams come true, but everyday they get farther away.
please help me out.

i need some guidance in this situation, and i don't think my friends can help.
i need professional help for this sickness.
get me your pHD, so I can see you are certified.


doctor doctor...i must have gotten this sick somehow.

we couldn't speak anyway...

i keep thinking about all of you and how different you are, but how much the same you are. you stole me, and yet you gave me myself back.
you saved me and killed me in the same moment.
you were always there for me.


so why does it feel so cold?

clandestine dreams and caricature moments...

i can never forget how i treated you, no matter how many times i try to erase what is permanent. bloody chimes through hearts of gold. you kill me everytime you smile. i listen to humans being and can't think more than we are being humans. the same effect grips me when i wonder if the cheese in the fridge is still good. is that why god made us bleed, to make us see we are humans being?


and i can't apologize enough. Shine On.

the tree of death

there is something strange in the sound of your voice. it sends chills down my spine, and cuts my line between fantasy and reality. what's going on with me? shouldn't i be so precise...i needed to get a grasp on this before, but now it doesn't seem to matter, all that matters is you.
you scare me into believing it's alright. you make me tremble with how you stroke my heart with those decadent words. i'm quivering at your stone eyes, and how they can bear such mystery, even when everything is so clear to me.

you're making me a mess. clean my heart up.

hip-hip

'when you're on a golden sea, you don't need no memory, just a place to call your own...'
i wish i was on an island in the sun, with you.
we could talk all night, and sleep all day, and never give a damn about the things we've done.
i could tell you the way i feel, and know you'd still be there.
maybe someday we'll get those rays, and dance those sands. but until then, we're still in different places, and this blanket is still cold without you. i can hear your words, and wish i could see your face, but it only warms a small part of me.


'i wish i could believe, there's a day you'll come back to me, but then i still have to say, i'd do it all again...'

Rest In Peace Steveo

You were the man...RIP.

shoot the stars down

i keep expecting to see it. you tell me you forgive me, even when you were the one at fault. i've gotten my hopes up, just to be washed down the drain again. i can't believe i didn't see through how fake you were. i'd even replaced the one who would actually call me up and read to me to make me feel better, with your horrid personality and face. my response to you not caring is another blood rush to the head. i get sick at how human you can be. these human feelings are the death of me.
the rain tonight is for you. i can't help but notice how it burns your name on the lawn, and when i feel it touch my skin, i can imagine the first kiss.


tell me everything.

i wish i could just talk to you.

for hours on end, we'd discuss all the stupid things in life, and all the things we cherish. i miss you so fucking much.

so many times, that i'm not sure if it matters

i can listen to them constantly. the way they talk about me and they think i can't hear.
only four more years. i'll make my mark...as just another rut. why? because that's how things work for me. i'm not a mockery, i'm so alone.
Sooner Or Later.
i need to get a grip on this...high school thing. i thought popularity came from just being yourself, not being fake. guess not. i'm a geek, because you have to be half naked to be popular, or a musclehead to get anyone's attention.
i can hide behind my books, but they won't make me any more special than the next nerd. even the nerds talk trash about me.


i'm a nothing...a black hole, sucking everything into my part of the woods.