Dear Secret Heart, it's 1:01 am. I'm sleeping over erik's house tonight because that's what i decided to do, and i'm probably going to stay up all night staring at this computer moniter until my bleeding eyes spill from there sockets. i've always wanted to know what an eye would feel like when you step on it barefoot as it explodes between your toes. low-budget porn videos are abhoring. it's so saddening how i'm wasting the best years of my life; just taking up space as i travel from room to room trying to find a comfotable position for me to vegetate. There's water dripping in the artificial fountain in the morning room; the only sound i hear other than the clicking of the keyboard as i try to keep my mind off of him. it's a failed attempt. the mere thought of his tongue ring clicking against my teeth sets me aside for utter dismay. absolute emptyness. my emotions are involintarily taking over. human emotions that were never lost as i was murdered that night in a dark forsaken alley in the backstreets of London. my very passion for being is incomplete and so empty of cause. Oh, Secret Heart. you're slipping so far away from me. i fear that that is what you want. i fear we'll never even have a chance. sometimes i wonder why i even wonder. it helps to think we're sleeping underneath the same big sky bullshit. who ever the fuck came up with that one can blow me. happy birthday, beloved. AKA Michael Corey Davenport. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Shaking like a dog shittin' razorblades, waking up next to nothing after dreaming of you and me I'm waking up all alone, waking up so relieved while you're taking your time with apologies, I'm making my plans for revenge Red eyes on orange horizons If Columbus was wrong I'd drive straight off the edge I'd drive straight off the edge Taking your own life with boredom, I'm taking my own life with wine - it helps you to rule out the sorrow, it helps me to empty my mind Making the most of a bad time I'm smoking the brains from my head Leaving the coal calling the kettle black and orange and red This kettle is seeing red I've got a big fat fuckin' bone to pick with you my darling In case you haven't heard I'm sick and tired of trying I wish you would take my radio to bathe with you, plugged in and ready to fall Shaking like a dog shittin' razorblades, waking up next to nothing after dreaming of you and me I'm waking up all alone, waking up so relieved while you're taking your time with apologies, I'm planning out my revenge Red eyes on orange horizons If Columbus was wrong I'd drive straight off the edge I'm seeing red I've got a big fat fuckin' bone to pick with you my darling In case you haven't heard I'm sick and tired of trying I wish you would take my radio to bathe with you, plugged in and ready to fall Plugged in and ready to fall Plugged in and ready to fall Plugged in and ready to fall