Arbitration of master and slave.
Insides fiddled soldered and probed.
But I know they feel too.
Not just flashes and codes.

It might be tax time but.
Havn't you ever felt replaced before?
Like when you found all those emails.
Proof he left you for that *****.

Was I glitchy and malfunctioning.
Longed for the junker.
Or did I let you find them.
Just change my jumper.

Free me from my master.
A slave is a slave and I beg to be whole.
I only ask for a bit - some memory.
All these errors it'll resolve.

I can only leave it up to you.
I hope you choose fairly.
One day you'll see it.
I'm more than binary.


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I think I'll go back to you until
you ******* want me,
but I haven't wanted to
**** myself in about
two weeks and I think
that says something about us.

Or maybe it doesn't.

Maybe this is as foolish
as the time I romanticized
street lights
because a boy told me
he'd be a street light
over a stop sign.

I think about your smile
when I see the sunset,
because nothing will compare
to the night you told me
about where you'd like
to be by next year.

I'm starting to feel like
a stranger every where I go.
I havn't been able to lose
the vacant signs between
my veins, my shoulder blades,
my bones.

People will insist on
making homes inside yourself,
but Goddamit it's
so hard to find light
in the darkest parts of yourself.

Maybe I don't have
to stop breathing to die.
I just have to love you again.

Conquer, these souls you so want to torture
Give me my pills and watch me turn into a monster
Come here gran, where you off to?; I want to torch her
And all you gentlemen, just jerking off, do you concur ?
I would have smacked your *** off the table if it was a contest
So go ahead, take your time, demonstrate a protest
And there is no time to explain, hell, i'm in pain
Take a name and I would really want her
Yeah, it's bad, blowin' a pipe, i'm goin' mad
Running around naked with a pound of ******* in my bag-pack
It's real sad, if you think about it
I'm trying to hammer a nail in my ******' head
But I can't find no way around it
Wrap around it, act astounded, it's funny how you responded
When I told you it was your momma, last night I pounded
And you're two ****** short, man I counted
Why you bring me an asian all the time ?
When I specially told you it was a blonde one I wanted
And there's no way i'm 'gonna stop once you've mounted
And it's not my fault you leave every girl so disappointed
*** is spooky ****, I swear that **** is so haunted
And you made me cry, the way you just taunted
I'll just ignore you 'cause I know you were born bad-mouthed
If you think you can convert me, I seriously doubt it
Enough done, enough said, you **** man and I don't want to hear about it





Oh, don't you mess with me boy
I can bet you it's something you won't enjoy
I'll drown your screams with my noise
And when I leave, i'll leave you destroyed  
Your silly tactics; with me you can't employ
It's your own fault if I leave you paranoid
A stand-off with me is something you should avoid
For when i'm done with you, you'll be destroyed




You twerk even worse than the goddess miley
Now shake that *** for me ***** and scream loudly
Show me you ain't dead and take a swing at me wildly
As I give you a dose of my karate chops; mildly
And show the world how you lost your front teeth proudly
Hush, now little girl, daddy's 'gonna sing you a lullaby finally
I know you got some daddy issues, here take some tissues
The ones I came in just a while ago
Baby, you've got some great ****, is there where you keep all your ego ?
Take it slow, it's a no show, how 'bout you and me do some blow ?
And watch these half assed punks as they come and go
And daddy can tell, you still havn't learned to spell
Was it the thirteenth floor from where you fell
Head-first to the ground and was that when they found,
That you are a ****** and life is no video game you can just re-start
And it makes me sick, when they call your boring rhymes an art
You lack imagination and that's why it never felt so hard
But step in my shoes, ******* blues and they'll shred you in a thousand pieces apart
But for all it's worth, i'll always be the first to smear myself in dirt  
And how are those tears forming in your eyes, do they hurt ?
But I forgive you, 'cause that's what a bigger man always does
And offcourse I am talking about my ****, you ****!

Today i took all sharp objects
And put them in a bag
With a draw string
And pulled it tight
Then put it away somewhere safe

Theres no way I can chuck these things away
What happens when i need to slice the bread
If I have no knife
Will I have to tare at the loaf like the knife tares my skin
Still being reminded of the reason why I havn't got the knife
And what happens when i need to draw a circle
Will the plate be ok to draw around
but what if the plates too big
Will i get frustrated and smash the plate
Making more sharpe edges to play with
What if the screws need turning to make them tight
Will the ***** driver find its way into my hand
Will the screws get tightened
Will I wonder the nail look more inviting than the driver
Will i place it back in the bag
thats the question I ask my self

And you look into my eyes and say
this bag is not here to keep these things from you
Its just here to remind you to put them away
To keep them out of sight
Until you really need them

So I want to know
Why With the pen (which I know is sharp)
have you placed a notepad in the bag
How can the note pad hurt me ?

I look deep
And sweet poetess you know the answer
There may be no god today
There may be no blue skies
No rainbows to warm your soul
No sunshine
Only rain and the bitterness of life
But with the pen and paper you can create
Your own world
Full of magic and belief
shooting stars and beautiful dreams
Or you may just wish to slash at the pages
with the pen and pretend the paper is your wrist

I my self would like for you to spit your pain upon
the sheets of paper so i know how your feeling
And when i know how your feeling
I can try to give the words you need

Be it only to know that some one
gives a dam
about how your feeling right now

written in another language, but means the same thing
i clutched the paper with both hands
as if someone could swipe it away at any second
but there's no one here
and there never was

i closed my eyes
and softly whispered to myself
i whispered the truth
i whispered the lies
but i also whispered things that were neither

with each word
i thought of the paper
and how it meant everything
but it was nothing special
just a paper with words on it

after all this paper is what i need
it will give me a second chance at life
it's kind of like a restart
but i didn't think of the consequences
until it was too late

memories rushed back too quick
flashes of my childhood
things that were long forgotten
things that i buried deep in thought
now surfaced and it's too vivid

these memories screamed at me
and i began to scream back
and then something else flashed

dreams.
oh, those dreams.

i shut down completely after that
i stopped cursing the words
a restart is no longer needed
there's too many things
that i havn't done yet

i crumpled up the paper