Rather be dead,
Than alive by your opression,
Rather be dead,
Than alive by your design.

Poisoned my fingers,
Burned out my eyes,
Cut up up my throat,
To be alive.

Rather be dead,
Than alive by your social values,
Rather be dead,
Than alive by your tradition.

Poisoned my fingers,
Burned my eyes,
Cut up my throat,
To be Alive.

But I´d rather be alive....
Rather be ( Read more... )

and so it seems I've misplaced the ache trace my steps I tell myself you've come such a long way since then you really should be proud of yourself shouldn't be thinking like this anymore so alright I let myself look back no it isn't a surprise I guess that I can only see back clearly only so far the storms behind me linger and all evidence of my ( Read more... )

I can't stop all the noise from creeping into my head ( Read more... )

 fell through and woke,  this time make no promises.  Opening the eye,  find waves in the sand.  Mouth full of maggots, cursing tongue, spill your faint vibrations, and millions of tiny wings will open...........if my hands could find their way back up ( Read more... )

a state of reality that may seem unrealistic or not quite believable. 

our time is running out!
our time is running out!
you can't push it underground!
you can't stop it screaming out!

how did it come to this?!!!

Do you know what
-most- I fear?

....and where are you?
I stumbled upon
our secret place.....our(     ? )

would you believe
it seems that not one thing
has changed- except
the temperature?

oh, and when I speak a word
its' echo- never- stops!(or sinks into- an- ear)

the more like nothing
that I feel
the more- I want to scream!

I'm here

 if ever senses were obscured ( Read more... )

oh, well this is a suprise...

say hello to your next big downfall

drugs?

yes, please!

are you sure, again?...really!?
but that's all you have left,  remember?
it's what you've become
you need the connection with......
to be somewhere else
someone else

oh, by the way
just because you feel beautiful, special....divine.

doesn't mean you are

fuck you
you're a piece ( Read more... )

I would..
reconstruct an hourglass,
and pull away each contorted second
that had slipped through reluctant hands,
and plunged into the arms of regret
..to dull and bury
your two edged sword of memory
beneath those shifting layers of sand
..to make you a bed and lay you down
apon a clean, tear-swept slate
..that I would carve a footpath
through your ( Read more... )