A pack of wolves is
Sometimes preferable
To a pack of cigarettes
Makes for a coup de grâce
A merciful death
And I’m fresh out of wolves

i spent all my time
being emotional


i spent all my time
being stupid

i never came to know
which love was mine

so alone in my mind
searching for a cupid

reaching for something
i could find and live with

now there are no lines
and nothing rhymes

it's all a blur and i'm so blind
living off of the fumes
of a dream so lucid


if i never wake
it's fine

i don't need you
to remind

never used a gun
i don't need the shine

don't know anyone
but so many promises
to blind

i don't need your sun
whatever is fine

go ahead
you can remove it

annihilate the sky
the voice from my eye
keep the universe muted


it wasn't mine
to begin with


i'd rather stay high
in your world i can't fly
it's so polluted


without wings
i would crash and die

at your place
words are all ink and lies

there's no magic
and you've never asked why

there's so much more
and you refuse it.


i spent all my time
being emotional

i spent all my time
being stupid

i never came to know
which love was mine

so alone in my mind
searching for a cupid

i spent all this time
being so normal

maybe the confusion
was deluded

i spent all my mind
being someone else

that i could never be me
to do ****

The man's heart aches,
but his woe is lifted by
the desire of having his bed
warmed by foolish fornication.

The bottle is empty
yet his head is filled
with demons,
the conversation is
macabre yet hard
to translate from the
transient slur of speech
caught between his
tongue and teeth.

His cigarette won't light
from the naked flame
at the end of his finger,
something inside him
burns leaving the belly
of life marred by its
fervent addictions.

God hates him profoundly
but he's cool with that.

It hits me like a tidal wave
Although I don't taste the salt
It rocks me like a song I cannot hear
Although I don't breathe in time
Abstract feelings no sense of control
Tired and twisted
Shivering so hard; my aching spine
I fall to the beat of your heartache
And crumble lower inside

a ghost on fire
chasing wind
chasing sun

a heart of desire
in someone
done to none

the clown weeps
where's the fun ?
where's the son ?
i'm already awake
smile, here it comes

the stranger melts
in someone's head
black on the road
back from the dead
keeps me up at night
noises beneath my bed
and sleep never returns
turns my mind instead

and now i'm nothing more
absolutely sure,
that this world isn't for me

i'm searching for a door,
to lock me in,
inside with my soul
that burns in me

woman have babies
dogs can have rabies
no one says please anymore
such a foul world
as my louf words
makes no sense at first
you need a drink and many more

machines are crazy
sun full of daisies
no one stays pleased anymore
girls are lazy
men are ladies
when do you get to speak anymore ?

somebody pray please
come loudly say cheese
run, freeze, stay, leave
when do you get to live anymore ?



Old feed breed eat lonely babies
lost generation maybe
sleep weep every day to be
who can tell if there's a night anymore ?

they sing in a line
these people made out of a wish
like water without its fish
they're all dead
they're all dead and moaning

for a beautiful morning
and i'm tired of mourning
when i hear their voice
there's no song for this noise
the dead cannot sing
the dead do not bleed and sink
when eyes are moist

they do not drown in ink
feed clowns and blink
shaping world in their void
screaming, destroyed..

always reminding me
how little there is to live for.

Tenderness is woven in patches.
                          mostly on the lips of my expressions

But so you see them shudder,
as if a portrait of emotion is being taken.