Maybe I left my dreams in the last song I sang in the shower. Maybe you left yours in your first, half-empty cigarette pack, still hidden beneath a pile of clothes.

Maybe somewhere along the way, it wasn’t our dreams that died, darling — it was us.

death by burning knows no era
and my demons have long
set me on fire.

i feel like a witch burning at the stake —
burning and screaming for too long now,
but give it time and maybe
even my nerves can learn to be numb,
even the lick of flames can grow cold;

and maybe even the ashes can feel like home.

by: MissPine

One look, one stare
One Hello, one smile
You look, I stare
Say Hello and smile in awhile

Do tell me, what is the meaning of life?

The meaning of life is to package tuna for the cats

Why tuna?

I like to drink tea with my cats and to feed them tuna
I could feed you some tuna too but you are not my cat
So I choose not to feed you some tuna
I’m not sorry
You can get your own tuna

You are hoarding all the tuna.

The statement is not true
In other words, the statement is false

Why is tuna so important?

The tuna is insignificant
It is only important to you because you keep asking about tuna

Sometimes, I want to die...

To use me as a confessional,
You must build me a temple first

I love you

And I love my cats
I’m not sure if they love me, though
I hope they do

Can you bring back my lost love?

I was told not to practice necromancy
However, I will try in exchange for a sanctuary

What kind of sanctuary?

A sanctuary for lost loves

Oh, I want to be the perfect daughter for you
Oh, I want to be the perfect little angel, yes
Oh, I don't want to do no wrong...

But mother the path to perfection is so cold
I was climbing Mount Everest naked, and everybody was watching me!
Oh, mother, I was so ashamed

But father I've sinned, I've sinned
and I couldn't say a word
I fell in love with neither person, they broke my heart
I couldn't say a word, I couldn't say a word

I cried alone until I forgot how to cry
I felt death in my heart, Oh no...

I don't want to marry
That med student you want me to have dinner with,
because I'm going to have an affair with his pretty little secretary
because I'm going to want to own the world
He's going to hate me for stealing his masculinity
Even though I didn't take anything from him...
No, I don't want to be the perfect little housewife
Sure, I want to cook on the weekdays,
but I also want to command an army on the weekends

It's not that I don't want a man
It's that I prefer the others
It's not that I don't want to be a good daughter
It's that I want to be content

I don't want my heart to die
I don't want my heart to die trying to be perfect
There's been bloodshed trying to keep it alive

Mother,
Father,
I am not one of them

I don't want my heart to die

You may think I am chasing a dream
Maybe it's a dream Maybe it's an illusion
Does it really matter?  Why do you care?
What am I with nothing to dream of?
Everybody needs an oasis to lust after
Would you rather have me dig my own grave
and lay there silently until it is my turn to die?
I tried that I turned into an imbecile
So no thank you (she said politely)

I want more than to be the living dead
I always did I always will

They want my skin
They colored it with their favorite crayon
They want nothing to do with my blood and dirt
They are as dead as the undead
and I want nothing to do with them
I don't have to please anybody
(again, she said politely)

I only want to please one,
my own oasis

Yea get down Get down with me

I'm not cold I'm oversaturated I'm catatonic

Reality is magic Agatha Christie is Aristotle

I came here with an attitude platitude altitude

I feel nothing I feel everything
Jesus Christ child of God show me mercy

Think I need a doctor I'm on overdrive
Keep me pumping boredom is my nemesis

Watch out for a tornado
Horsemen of apocalypse they've been here
Feeling nada, feeling all too much

Will you take me away
To the mountains
To the sky
To outer space

Will you take me
Somewhere else

Take me away and cry with me
Maybe I will give you a rose after

I want to go home
Do you know the way?

Maybe I will die with you
Maybe I will let you **** me

I'm a *******
I swear you are in good company

All the rules and boxes
I don't fit into

I'm so tired, is that what you want?

I'm already taking rest in my casket
You can have the honor of burying me
Then you can have everything
I once had

All my gifts and burdens
Take it all for yourself,
and write me a eulogy