it just keeps clawing away from the inside. my stomach, my liver, my lungs, are all bleeding. My pulsating heart is alone inside my heaving ribcage beating. beating. be a t ing. beat. down. worn. down. tired from all of the excessive. no one can see comprehend, but my tongue is cut out and i can't speak. mercilessly detached as are my eyes from a reality that i seek but can never attain. my reality is a mere shadow of illusion and my illusions don't speak the truth. an intricate web, maybe. the gossamer silk strands glimmer in the morning dew- enticing- but i am not the helpless moth forever attracted to the light. then again, maybe i am. and i just wish i wasn't. i don't want to be. please please p l e as e save me from. de la verdad. from. the truth. mienta por favor. lie. please. if you have to. but, don't please. set me free. i just want to be f r ee.

The breath of ice blows kisses on your cheek Shades of blue surround and frame your face The pulsing of your blood in veins grows weak Its stillness in the air that I can taste The color of your life drains from your eyes Your skin's so cold when I reach for your touch From your glass case I think you'll never rise I cannot breathe; love suffocates so much When then, your eyes are open, blanched with fear Your chest has swelled with unexpected breath Oh gods above! Heaven has touched you here I'd thought you'd fell to brins so full of death! So rose you did from glass, bejeweled in light My twinkling star do guide me in the night.

You always get what you don't want. I always want what I don't have. It sounds so cliche when you hear it rolling off of other peoples' tongues, but truth never sounded so clear. I know I asked for it and there should be no room for me to complain, but truth never hurt so much. So cliche. So passe, unoriginal, trite. Me. Disgust is mounted on my wall of qualifications-disqualifications. I hate you for her. I love you for me. I should probably stop asking for things in life. They never seem to turn out the way I want them to.

recumbent in the drearydampdungy streets with dimlylit lights that quiver in the omniscient presence ofofof. collapsed in the soddensoiled dirt alleys gleaming paleplacidpallid skin wet with warmstickyoozing crimon moist in the frostynightlight sky. how windlesswaveless peaceful is death that lurks round veers in loving solitude ever so alluringly lingeringlingeringlinger. so glitzyglamourous sparklesand suns shine twinkle in the blankblack eyes are the window to the soul only waiting to be uncovered. bleed and plummet to my bread my body dynamite will then explode windpattering shields and so thesoul weeps.

slip the rope around my neck ever so gently ever so quietly in the depth of the darkness in the silent stillness of immaculate intentions impervious to all outside. slit the blueish veins in my throat ever so quickly every so precisely in the sickening chasm of time when all time itself hesitates to breathe and only the blackbird sings.

i get myself up so goddam high then i look down and fall mercilessly to the ground my wings flutter and break- nothing but a mere shattering of glass.

mixed emotions cloud my mind i cannot judge whether to let go or to hold on i feel as if you hinder my every step i thought i would be better off without yet i cant seem to completely detatch myself from this reality and so i head off to the happiest place on earth i hope you dont strangulate me i would really like to breathe.

happy birthday to you. happy birthday to you. happy birthday dear lovely. happy birthday to you. two days.

dancin the night away just pickit up pickit up pickit pickit pickit it up it up up up up up sway yo body to tha left then tha right left right left right right aggin i feel tha heat heat heat env'lopin lopin elopin lovely lopin lickin lickin lick lick lick you from yo head to yo toes n' hoes love to shows they asses you passes the classes glancin at the dancin n' the prancin enhancin my eyes don't tell lies when they cries fo' yo thighs to move just move tonite.

only in the summertime when the fire=flies illuminate the inky night sky when sunny days spent in parks on the swings swing to heaven and above the swirls of divine blue and reminiscences of splashing in the aqua-green salty sea lying on sun-baked grains of sand rolling down grassy=lush hills so verdant only in the summertime and so we wait.