forgetmenots

the fires in the sky opened up like seeping water
we are fragile yet we're not afraid to die;

she is flat; she is beautiful like genocide the music plays
she smiles-- she won't tell me her name

i am waiting for the train to take me back it's been two hours
she won't talk to me she's over it
drowning in neon rain

forget me not
this wicked frame
you're neglecting me
there is no one else but myself
to blame
forget me not

the air is sneaking in my ear it muffles every sound
i am worthless as the bronze dust on the ground

silence; pray that is the only sound.

yawn anesthesia

i wonder what is happening under my nose
the answer; so simple--
i'm conjuring up a ghost

oh insomnia poison this mind
and leave my sanity far behind
into the silver world
where fairies tell tales of boring humans

queen manipulation is settling my mind
with hoarse whispers in italics
lies, lies, lies

come sailing on plastic wrap
give me a picture of a silver world
and yawn for me Anesthesia; until the next turn
in line
and the next one to burn, tonight

double check danny

Tired of trying, waiting to die
I’m sorry for being such a bore to you
But I wanted to love you more than just every other week
or two.
Waiting for words, like water, without breadth
I see no one else beside me at the alter
shaking flesh
so cold; so suffocated

escort me through purgatory
through suffocating and deception
hanging by a thread
over all the sky to a noose around this neck

why not cut me loose? Instead of lie
just let me sleep because you and I are tired

and through the rye fields in a golden ocean
I’d sweep through with some sort of polish,
falling
off a cliff and hit the rocks and all this wit--
would be swept away in blood ruby pieces
to rot under sapphire waves

and all just to drift ashore
and rest on grains and ashes

children have summer plans
top secret, exclusive;
elaborate lies to keep from a world
that plainly,
couldn't give a fuck--

secret parties and secret dining;
masked through lies and concealing
don't feel sorry for us!

i am proudly alone with no desire
to celebrate in any condition
except my own

i am experiences taken for granted
a wealth of mistakes to be learned from and yet
quietly shuffled off into the night

unneeded or thought about
the sweeping grassblades in moonlight wash along the wind
and she is staring off into space again

obligated to me she won't try to escape
just remain in place and wither;
i'm sorry for being such a bore...

you know those stories about less fortunate kids who overcome adversity to become incredibly successful and all that?

this isn't that kind of story... im following the paths of those who burn out quickly and die young, who set their sights high and fail spectacularly, because in the end, i am just too goddamn apathetic to change things.

rules

you are all that i live for,
but I don't mind dying for some no-nothing cause
a bolstered boredom;
sleeping to wake up to the next sleepy day

hope you have better luck, love
with rockers in the sun among crowds in waves

the ones you break your rules for

while here i patiently wait
trusting that someday
you'll break your rules for me; maybe
soon, soon, you say
whilst in the mean time i am a dog with a stupid grin
panting; at the door, living for the moment you throw me
a one-worded bone.