I am too connected to you to slip away, to fade away.
Days away I still feel you touching me, changing me,
and considerately killing me.

There's a shadow just behind me, shrouding every step I take. Making every promise empty. Pointing every finger at me. Waiting like a stalking butler, who upon the finger rests. Murder now the path called "must we." Just because the son has come. Jesus, won't you try and whistle something but the past and done ( Read more... )

Recent events have had me thinking. Thinking about life. And death. I've been wondering...if I died today, would you really care? Would my death really and truly affect your life? If I did die today, would I just be another faded memory in a few months time? What if I decided to end my life myself? Would you remember me longer? Or would it have the ( Read more... )

Here I lay, still and breatheless, just like always. Still, I want some more. Mirrors sideways, but who cares what's behind, just like always. Still your passenger ( Read more... )

Midnight;I see the snow that's falling. Midnight; still hanging on this wall. I'm thinking back in time to when there was still a life free of misery. Oh, but it was never to be. Midnight; I see the snow that's falling. Midnight; and still you're haunting me. I'm thinking back in time to the cellar in the darkest night. All the misery, all the ( Read more... )

Hear me now! Bearing down upon a path we choose. Chosen from the start, living different rules. Existence something to cherish true. Will not succumb to doubts that I hold onto. Release the fear of my pain. In so much pain, give me the will to fight every obstacle that I have inside. Release the fear and hear me now ( Read more... )

Tilling my own grave to keep me level. Jam another dragon down the hole. Digging to the rhythm and the echo of a solitary siren. One that pushes me along and leaves me so Desperate and Ravenous. I'm so weak and powerless over you ( Read more... )

Conversion, software version 7.0. Looking at life through the eyes of a tire hub. Eating seeds as a past time activity, the toxicity of our city, of our city ( Read more... )

Far below beneath a burning hot sun our civility's waking up. Hate your neighbor cause he's not your kind. FIll out of favor, now he's out of luck. Get in your car, fuel up and get a job. You got no worries, you don't care that much. Pass the beggars as they lie out on the street, just look away and roll your windows up ( Read more... )

Fret for your figure and
Fret for your latte and
Fret for your hairpiece and
Fret for your lawsuit and
Fret for your prozac and
Fret for your pilot and
Fret for your contract and
Fret for your car and
Fret for your fucking dollar, you greedy piece of shit.

I *heart* Jimmy