What if I told you you were my home on nights I couldn't get far enough away?

These scars on my knees
Are bloody and red
And should show you that
I mean what I said
About how all rots away,
How all comes to an end,
So I'm asking you please,
Again, on my knees
Show me the things you don't want me to see

Show Me Your Glory

My God He speaks with power
He reaches into empty dark shadows
And pulls forth a bouquet of flowers
My God He speaks in nights forlorn
In the washed up sand
Laid like glass on the shore
As His people's arms stretch desperately,
Up from the ocean floor,
He watched all the world drown
From a heavenly view
You know you must first be destroyed
Before made new
All the people laid down
In an everlasting bed
What some call calamity
My God calls revenge

I'm mad. Does it show?

I should have put sugar on it to make it heal faster
Maybe then I could lose the taste of you
I want to be that kind of hero
The kind that doesn't bleed
I want to put a gun in the world's begging mouth
Ask it to lull me one last time
Before I slowly squeeze the trigger

Kaboom.

Truth untested is easy to find
Faith is easy when facing your fears
Can't you see, my dearest thing?
It always ends up bringing me to tears;
The prettiest dreams hide such wicked schemes
In such perfect, forgetful details;
I am kept away.
Now close your eyes
It will be alright,
You may wander around the city
Of the sleepless tonight

Invisible

Lead by the hand, as if blind
Let go, then searched for
As if hard to find

Hands as invisible as the air that sustains us

You Dreamed About Me

I'm undone inside a quiet prayer
Like waves unfolding on the shoreline
I'm unsaid like words forgiven,
And then given to the wind;
Now I wake a world in dreams,
Tossing and turning, coming apart at the seams

As If I Wasn't There

She danced as I swallowed cheap wedding champagne
I couldn't stomach her beauty
I swear she turned in perfect circles
As she danced the night away
She doesn't even notice me watching

(untitled, unfinished)

Little pills in littler hands,
When swallowed get us drunk.
Depression is a side-effect of living.
Sugarcoat me; I can't live with myself.

I Do Not Know

A stranger knows all the secrets I suppose

With god-less looks in their eyes;

Knowing very well that we'll burn in hell

For what lies within our minds,

There's a faithful shred of unsteadiness

I can follow wherever it goes,

I try to imagine a world worth waiting for

Because there's so much I do not know

"I Feel Noting" Part I, II & III

I
All this and what have we done?
We fashioned the sky into a wishing well,
and whispered a prayer for the sun.

II
I need this, this moment,
this breath of uneasiness,
to quiet again the noise.

III
I cast like coin my wondering into the water.
Hoping for a God, a closeness,
a less distant father.

Innocent Ways (draft)

It is hard to believe I'm a seashell on a windy beach ready to be collected by the sea.
I never take notice of the strange uniqueness stilled inside me.
I ask for evil things in innocent ways.
Just like everyone else.

Cure

I now know how the truth comes out
Now I know what's worth lying about

Any Volunteers?

Such dirty little orphans,
Such a quiet place,
Sometimes
I hope to be despised,
And I swallow each crumb
Falling from their mouths

III

Laying face down in a snowstorm
I'm not as naked;
I'll wear you like a nightgown
...

Facing those who seek purity,
Takes a Day to day courage,
As I often feel misplaced
...

Once again the masses chant to
cut off these idle limbs
Swollow each breath my brothers
...

Crossing Paths "Philosophy"

There is no true knowledge to be gained. No answers lie in my forgetful mind, though I've searched for them. No luminous truth is exalted in the sky of my world; my world does not resemble the place in which we live. It isn't made up of optimists and liars, but of men who are truly free. If you didn't care what people thought of you, you could have anything you wanted. You would be free. But you can't stop caring, somehow I've managed. Even as I'm judged for my world I feel better the further I dig my heels into it. I don't mind being hated. One day I'll have to watch my world burn. After all— that is the point, the end, the greater purpose, to watch my world be destroyed with all of you locked inside. After all, I've spent enough time burning in yours. It's your turn.

Don't Say You're Sorry

Tonight, everything hurts worse,
My fingers crack and curl inward
To make two eager fists,
Bare-knuckles to bleed it out.
You'll feel better
When you can't feel any worse,
Or when you cannot feel.
My temple is rotting,
My Body, a wasteland.
Watch me burn.
And love me.

More Innocent Place

Her lips taste like 6:00 in the morning
During a cool summer rain;
The world is a better place when I'm asleep in it,
A more innocent place.
(unfinished)

.

i think we're all better off not knowing the truth.

I Feel Eternal

If there is emotion in the Heavens,
I bet
It is that of relief,
And once again
We will
Dine amongst the thieves

Espérer

I crawled into the bottle of despair
I got drunk off its liquor
I laid on its bed
And listened to its mindless woo

I survived,
And so will you.