Set me off like dynamite strapped tight around my waist
We are the ones in competition but claim this ain't no race
Take a breath and explode like bullets tearing through the wind
Cut me up with a razor blade that tries to separate the skin

"It's the sense of touch. In any real city, you walk, you know? You brush past people, people bump into you. In L.A., nobody touches you. We're always behind this metal and glass. I think we miss that touch so much, that we crash into each other, just so we can feel something."

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 Buried deep as you can dig inside yourself
And covered with a perfect shell
Such a charming, beautiful exterior
Laced with brilliant smiles and shining eyes
Perfect posture, but you're barely scraping by
You're barely scraping by

This is one time
That you can't fake it hard enough to please everyone
Or anyone at all and this is 
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     "... It suits your grand quest, for the moment at least, doesn't it? Into the vipers den - every hero needs to do that right? And moments before your doom arrives, out hisses your enchanted sword and evil minions die by the score. Ever wondered what the aftermath of such slaughter must be? Dread depopulation, shattered families, wailing babes ( Read more... )

"I never knew serial killers could be so good at playing the guitar..."

"They can multitask."

Essays should be expunged from everything that has to do with school.
They suck.
And while I'm at it paragraph answers should be gone too, they make me fail tests.
Well essays aren't so bad, its just I always procrastinate.
So I'm sitting here on the Monday, or Tuesday (does it really count if you haven't gone to sleep yet?), after a long weekend ( Read more... )

This habbit of clinging to you
in a darkened car in my own driveway.
If I can keep you attached to me,
I can anchor you to the world. Otherwise
something safe, some strongbox
in which your heart beats, feels
disassembled. I know 
that in your head stretches a world
paved with ways to die, methods
hunched over in the shadows,
ready to leap into the light
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I know your life is empty
And you hate to face this world alone
So you're searching for an angel
Someone who can make you whole
I can not save you
I can't even save myself
So just save yourself

I know that you've been damaged
Your soul has suffered such abuse
But I am not your savior
I'm just as fucked as you

My brain feels like it's trying to eat itself.