Time ticks away

Time is ticking away in my head
Skimming books that I've already read
Time keeps ticking away in my head
Live or die, rather be dead instead

I just can't believe it
Your presence in this place
I just can't explain it
That smile on your face

Run to my arms and hold me close...so
I gain the strength to never let go
All the depths of love I have for thee'
I expose it all for you to see

Time is ticking away in my head
Skipping rocks that I've already tread
Time stays ticking away in my head
Live or die, rather be dead instead

That pauper just wanted to get laid
With all the reckless choices he's made
Takes time writing his memento mori
The phantastical story of me

Receipe for Happiness

I feel as though I'm dying
as I take two steps onto the floor
I'm standing on used needles again
Why not...I'm sure I could use some more

Crawling down to the bathroom
To clean the dry blood from my nose
If anyone would have saw me...
They would have told me to use the hose

I return home from my day with a garbage bag of goodies
Things that not even junkies would try
Which is perfect to have a horrible time.
It really doesn't matter to me...I just wanna die

I spike my vein with a used needle...again
I slowly begin to feel the pressure build in my head
10-20-30 seconds and I'm still not feeling shit
So fuck the drugs, pull the trigger, and volia! DEAD.

Peace to Chaos

Peace
Tranquility, Harmony
Agreeing, Loving, Forgiving
Justice, Respect . . . Harm, Threats
Breaking, Killing, Burning,
Desolate, Greed
Chaos

Itty Bitty Spiders

I sat around and watched a tiny spider crawl
Strutting like big stuff though he's quite small
Finally I made a decision to drown it...if it would just sit!
Moving itself to a chair...Guess where I decided to spit?
"Sir you spat on my lap!" said the politician berating me in City hall.

I Choke

Breathless
I gasp for air
And no one hears the sounds
Just silence, mute among the deaf
I choke

Blades

Blades
Sharp on point... Deadly
Slicing, cutting, killing
Moved from hand to throat
Bleed

Individual

I - ndebted to something called evolution
N - ot that the heavens didn't plot against its existance
D - amned if you believe and damned if you don't
I - f you believe in this convient concept called pre-destination
V - ying for destruction is all you can hope to achieve
I - n the end it doesn't benefit good health
D - ead, death, destruction.
U - sually they claim to be the peacekeepers
A - nd that only rises a good chuckle in me
L - iving yet waiting to die...

Portraits of Me

The portrait hanging on the wall
Self-portrait to meet the eyeball
About to bring my curtain call
Portrait, portrait, Please never fall!

Holding broken glass, silently
That's when my scars begin to burn violently
Far too young to grasp, what I see
My eyes confused about the stranger next to me

Look at them all so happy. Mother, Father, Baby...
All I can pry from you is an answer of maybe
The room begins to fill the depths of the Atlantic
She cannot help herself but to be so frantic

I simply cannot comprehend, why you scream at me
I'm only six years old in glee
Silently I stare perplexing at the broken glass
Understanding rage will never pass

What is left? Baby needs you... so forgive and forget
What you're left is baby and clammy cold sweat