O where
O where
can my baby be,
is she a dead mystery,
now just ancient history?

I have million dollar questions
& I stand alone,
holding the bag
with an empty billfold.

She wore swastikas
on her forehead like scabs,
etchings that perhaps
blinded her heart &
the bitterness did flow,
a lifeblood
hardening her sweet-soul.

She acted bold,
took wild risks,
pulled people from the line-up,
taking potshots with their emotions,
play-acting with other humans,
as if she were the only one
with heart break.

Well,
little did she know,
she had no monopoly on pain,
I did.

During a storm, the colors of life wash away
The waters leave what it touches as a cold dull grey
Similarly, this is what is described inside of me today
With which black tar instead of rain flows within my roads of clay

The venom begins its warpath with the first drop of its essence
And spreads throughout my body without any sense of control
It covers my bones and all across my arms
Then my legs, my feet, my head, and my face
Any emotions from yesterday are devoured without a trace
As the venom steadily increases in its path of *******
And turns my happy day into that of dark desolation
The venom churns deeper inside of my body
My smile disappears, I am quiet, this is happening right now
As the venom wraps its tendrils around the outside of my body
No one can see it, but I show it with my temper
Letting no one talk to me as I loathe to myself in silence
The venom speaks into my ears; it tells me,

“Forget about your friends, they only hold you down
Can’t you tell they only see you as some stupid naive clown?
Now, I’ll tell you one last time to abandon all of who you know
Because I’m always a part of you, and you’ll see me again tomorrow.”

It slithers off of my skin
The nightmare creeps away into its abyss
The venom is forever encased inside of my soul
But to collapse to its will shall never be my goal.

I like to think that there are worms in all of us
Just crawling and squirming inside all of us
And creeping and loving inside all of us
So simply just being inside all of us

There are worms in the garden, so trim them, so trim them
There are worms in your hair, so trim them, so trim them
There are worms in the basement, excavate the whole **** room
Cause too many worms will spell your ******* doom

I like to think that there are worms inside me
And to think I once thought them as my sworn enemy
The worms of the world have helped me to see
Should I ever be without them, I’ll dangle from a tree
And worms and or isn’t, sadness bitter glee
Fe fi fo fum and a magic floating pea

’Twas a long time ago when the worms were so blue
But now they are happy cause I’ve accepted them true
Now I welcome them in, with their families too
Consider letting some worms live inside of you?

One half of the solar system has gone missing
And now there are four planets instead of eight
Your celestial body has disappeared
Where in this dark universe have you gone?

Torn, like a body splitting on an iron bed
With blood spurting in all directions; bones snapping
In vicious manners, and I am forced
To undergo a cold turkey of love
Feeling withdrawal all throughout my system
One magnet cannot survive without the other
You are positive, but I am negative
And I will stay negative, very negative, completely negative, without you.

A single moment of cosmic bliss.
Like the never-ending explosion that spreads throughout space
Has got me feeling a certain way, but no expression on my face
And it is magic. Is it a fantasy world?
No, it’s real. Her touch. The way my mind swirled.
And it was pure. Precious, complete.
Never forgetting the way she made infinity feel real.