Too small

Into a million pieces
my psyche shatters
can’t find the pieces
they’re too small to gather
and if I try to run
away from this
I will be consumed
lost in the thick of it
I find myself still trying
to pick up the pieces
get it all together
but they fall
defeated
have nowhere to go
I’ve no home
not with a broken mind
it’s too much to choke
and this is that I find
the pieces don’t match up
they break apart and fall
into a million pieces
my mind fades into a wall

Spun

I’m feeling kind of wasted
kind of back in time
my head is all but spinning
lashing out in rhymes
melting like cheap plastics
and running over dry
drips they drop like rocks
down the corner street
I’m feeling kind of wasted
kind of left behind
like everything was fine
but now I’m not alright
everything is plastic
to long left in the sun
melting in the moonlight
spinning like a top that’s spun

Pastel clouds

Pastel clouds raining diamonds
multicoloured gems and stones
everything is shattering slowly
burning up and melting poorly
never dripping never drop
the chunks they form
and then they stop
right above the wide open eye
the pupil dilated the iris all white
pastel clouds in dying sky
rain diamonds down in multicolour
everything falls to another

Sandman screams

We sleep and dream
of where we might not be
a time to sleep
where we no longer bleed
fear it comes
and knocks upon the door
we drown
we fly
we do not ask for more
than laying on the floorboards
laughing on a shelf
bringing up the children
reminding them of health
teaching them to go clear
and how to sleep too dream
to be wide awake at midnight
to hear the sandman scream

Finding the taste

Tasty and yummy
it’s so delicious now
now that I can eat
eat without the sound
the sound of my mind
screaming not to eat
everything looks better
now that I can feed
no more thinking awful
when looking at a treat
I can pick up the fork now
and not really grieve
I don’t want to cry now
when I take a bite
I don’t think of vomiting
in the middle of the night
tasty and so yummy
now that I’ve found you
an interest in the process
of cooking up the food

Wrong and dirty

I did you wrong and dirty
played the victim very well
abused the aftermath
and made your world a living hell
but it was all to serve a purpose
selfish as it was
I needed to feel something
living life was just no fun
so I created drama
let myself go quite insane
I remember screaming
that you’d rue the day
you took your love away
left me with a broken heart
and all those other lies
as the truth of all this bullshit
is I was doing just fine
I did you wrong and dirty
played the part so naturally
it was all to serve a purpose
to selfishly let free
all the kept up emotions
regarding the life you’d never see

Don’t drink enough

I don’t drink enough these days
I don’t know just what to say
can’t keep dreaming in my grave
just want to rise up from the ground
keep the dirt out of my teeth
my nails all off the blood it leaks
I don’t drink enough these days
don’t take the pills
don’t drink the sage
I don’t have a lot left standing
broken boredom might cause branding
I’ve got scars all up my arms
I don’t drink up no more stars

I kiss

I see the enemy
inside of me
such dirty knees
bruised up hips
all clothes ripped
she’s everything
I pretend to be
wearing a mask
so complete
I see the enemy
within the mirror
inside of me
such dirty hands
bathed in blood
it’s me again
drink it in
all clothes ripped
bruised and broken
the mirror I kiss

Sings like

She sings like midnight
the sweetest rain
the darkest satin
the saddest face
the kind of girl you dream about
that sings of heartbreak
feelings drown
the sound so fitting
glitter fades
beyond pearl lipstick
her face remains
a long lost desire
once a large flame
the kind of fire living
for a lover’s song and game
she sings like sweet midnight
and dances without a move
she sings like sweet rain
on a delightful afternoon
drowns her stories down now
and sings of heartbreak so true