Maybe

You look silly with all these men

Bat your big eyes and pouting lips

They want a piece of you and, oh, they can have it

You can count all the times on your hands

Where someone has asked for the favour,

Who's there when you come back home?

Who's there when you want an escape from the escape?

Maybe you're just too in love with your life to have a healthy relationship with it

Maybe you think "you" is a viable excuse

Maybe you know what you do is associated with hell

But you want to burn, want to burn, want to burn.

You look damn good enough to eat

You know exactly what to say and how to act

You've perfected this all for long,

Fuck, I think you're not acting.

I've been the cage and the tormentor,

You've been so frail and a godsend.

Run away, little lamb, get away

Keep running and remember how evil I am.

Or maybe it's you who lacks the introspect?

Maybe it's you who cracks the whip?

Maybe you've become what you've hated?

Maybe you're just too in love with yourself.

Hide it in depression

Hide it in anxiety

Hide it in trauma

Hide it in low self esteem

Hide it in excuses

Hide it in PTSD

Hide it in your bruises

(Fuck it)

Hide it all in me

Frothing

I'm better now than I was before

At callousness and feigning all remorse

If you're in my presence, baby,

Listen to my words:

"I'm better now but I can be much worse."

Every day is a slower race

From monotony into a neutral grave

Peppered with spontaneity

and little bouts of life

We electrify ourselves with neon lies

I'm not a preaching man

But I know this ain't a way to live

I'm not a loving man

Nothing to take away. So don't give.

We promise each other eternity

But can't go a day without infidelity

We lie and bray and fight and scathe

Complacency just ain't in our veins.

Cold life, warm grave.

Sad love, great lay.

Darker now, white hot lies

Evil lust, purity crimes.

Dead words, truthful moves

Caress of secrets, transparency blues

Harmful cadence, loving gaze

Faulty merits, imperfect ways.

I just want everything to die.

Dark Room

Just a sliver is what you want

But that sliver grows in a gash

Conniving Casanovas feed at my earned joy

And leave me with their scraps.

This isn't a ground breaking revelation

And it's not a completely new scene

It's a played out fucking scenario

That gets old and loses meaning

She dances in the northwest,

She twirls in lunar speakeasies

In love with the lust of life,

She can't quit for the life of me

I'm as pointless as a tantrum

In a dull and empty room

Ravenous with the windows,

I'm jealous of their view.

From that window comes some moonlight

That demands attention in the dark

Obsessed with being drowned

Shouting at your left behind mark:

Now let me in.

Let me in.

I've been banging at your doorstep

Let me in.

Inversion

They say that misery sprouts creativity
But I ain't never seen an elephant make anything that's worth a damn.
Strep throat catharsis locks me in place and
Gives no room to express that sentiment.
Just get what's given and
Take a bow.


I once saw a pigeon with a broken wing
Try its hardest to get off the ground
I went to help, but as I got closer
It just scrambled harder to get away.
Eventually I picked it up and
It broke its neck jumping out of my
Delicate, caring hands.


That bird died and I was alone.


The more I extend the line,
                the thinner it becomes.