I woke up this morning
My mind consumed by you
I feel a sense of mourning
The death of a mutual love

The birth of a lonesome love
Here I am
Hurt
Again

These waves of emotions have taken me by storm
These waves of emotions have made me forlorn
I am at times riding the waves higher than the trees
Then I plummet lower than I seemingly can be
I am drowning in the ocean, can someone rescue me
from these waves of emotion

I want to break loose with hell,
roll like a tumbleweed
across the endless plains,
blow through nameless towns,
become a sweeping rain.

I want to fall in love with
the Queen of Hearts,
bedroll with faithless tarts,
shoot lead lightning from
my itchy fingertips
& rustle cattle.

I want to live
my life on the run,
ride fast
like the wind
on a trusty steed,
hold up banks & rob trains,
guzzle red-eye whiskey
to **** my pain
& not end up etched
on an oaken tombstone,
somewhere unknown,
decaying under
the prairie sun.

This madness to love
Stealthy is almost suicidal

Temptations and
Intentions blurred in a
World where you are mine

Pervesity is seductive
But honesty ruins the ambiance
You are forbidden

I wish I'd met you at twenty.
Almost as if we were meant to be.
I met you too, late, and hell it was great.
To hug you to kiss you and to curl on the grass.
In a dream, all that it was was a dream.
Now you have a have awoken, having clicked the reset switch.
The buttons we clicked were just incorrect.
Now that it's over,I have no regrets.

Green is to jealousy as Red is to rage
Lock these feelings in a cage
I'll rend and tear and rip you apart
My rage is sweet and my envy's ****

Green is to jealousy as Red is to rage
I'll **** you horribly in my craze
I'll drink your bones and chew your blood
My rage is voracious but my envy's good

Green is to jealousy as Red is to rage
I'll sprinkle my hatred with a bit of sage
I'll spice up my envy to be bitter hot
My rage is content but the envy's not

Green is to jealousy as Red is to rage
This isn't just a passing phase
I'm off in the deep end, I've lost my mind
My jealous rage is one of a kind.

She said she wanted to hang
on our first date,
so we stayed
over at her place.
There, she hung out
on the edge of the couch,
wore a sweatshirt
covered with pink hearts,
kept using the word "insane"
& puckering her lips.
Twirling her hair between her fingers,
I quipped about her lava lamp,
how outdated it looked.
You should have seen her face.
Everything immediately went silent,
it got eerily quiet
& she said she was sick,
that I had to go.
And I did, quick.

And in the light
The darkness shinned within you.