The crushing weight of all you could be is falling on you,
you’re atlas with all his deeds in the form of a towering rock,
but you’re missing all your chances to turn it to rubble,
they’re pleading for you to take responsibility,
you’re crushing their souls and spirits as you run into nothing,
I’m picking bad hands, but you’ve always had an affinity for the eerie blackjack,
and I can’t help but notice you’re bluffing,
they’re coming for you now,
you’ve shrunk yourself to nothing, but they’ll find you still,
you may be a pebble,
but you’ve eroded them to gravel.

You raise your arm and expect legions under your feet,
You play your world as if it’s a game easily won,
But I can’t help to notice manipulation is your gun,
And burning up in smoke is all your heat,
Maybe you’ll fall by your own ego,
And maybe you’ll miss all your chances.

I found her on the corner of the street;
trying to put together the courage to sneak through the shadows
and into the smell of a warm afternoon with a cup of tea,
the dead are calling me though,
they’re whimpering in their decay,
and their colors are fusing and shouting in my mind,
but I can’t keep my eyes off of her,
she’s staring at a library with longing and with self-hatred,
the sky thunders with blood and grief,
he’s calling me now,
now I know I can’t stay,
but as I pull the souls from this earth,
I keep looking back,
keep trying to find the book lover that couldn’t read.

Bland and unprepared,
They lavish it with praise,
And raise skeletons for ribbons,
Ribbons for medal honor and badge valor,
God, they know nothing of versicolor,
They sing of black and white but I have only seen reds and blues and yellows,
They mute the world, and everyone screams silent,
We meet on a blank canvas,
And the war begins and begins and begins,
We shatter, and we bawl, and we stutter, and we crawl,
Space and time stretch and convulse,
And in the end, we become just sepia, only sepia.

The ground becomes an earthquake,
in goes the headphones and out goes the pistol shots and bullet wounds,
I’m breathing in lyrics, so I don’t have to hear the screaming,
I will be deaf at twenty, and the doctor will ask me why,
and somehow I’ll have to explain that my eardrums have exploded,
from putting the music high enough that I can’t hear anything anymore,
(not even my heartbeat)
(not even my breathing)
(not even the singing).

You tell me you write,
but you use similes,
instead of metaphors,
and mistake commas,
for breaths,
your allusion cannot compare,
to my allegory,
and your motifs are so contrived.

Like hamlet’s madness,
I am hallucinated to flit out murder,
they call me insane,
but they commit crimes
that stink of stage players,
they find the spotted paper,
but they never connected the lines,
that mix revenge with confusion,
and love with desire.

Let me be your antidote,
I have all the answers,
(you’re just not asking the questions),
I’m trying to give you the medicine,
it’s spilling out of me — I’m made of broken glass,
and all I am trying to do is save you,
I have been a savior before,
(I’ve been called a destroyer before),
but I know I’m free from the disease,
so say yes and understand please.

I could be at the corners of everywhere,
And still find you there,
See you in my dreams,
In the folds and in the seams,
Where you would slip in, unseen,
And uncover all my hopes and fears,
Fill me up with smiles and tears,
Leaving me with an empty space,
As I try and try to leave this place.

You seek attention —
I give you none
(It’s my way of saying
you have all of it)

Hell was the magnet,
we ran to Hades,
chased by angels,
seeking demons in a devil-run world.
Heaven was not the paradise they promised.

t’s like
I am a reservoir
And a flood just hit
Except that
No one here drinks water

Sex is just the touching of our souls,
The kissing of our breaths,
And the holding of our hearts’ crevices,
Of course it means nothing.

They said that
it takes 93 years
to traverse to Pluto
And there are
trillions of galaxies
stretching the space in my mind
So how can you say
you know me?

Chemistry is just a function of the brain,
So let me explain it neurologically,
Your lips cause the currents of my mind to rush,
A glance from you,
And my nerves spark electric,
My synapses threaten to fry, and your touch has me magnetized.

Angels get high off wings,
Get drunk off holy water,
Smoke off the rims of their halos,
And get down on their knees,
So when the kingdom comes crashing,
Don’t say you didn’t see the signs.

They say that
At the center of our galaxy,
There might be a black hole
—  Of course, from you,
I’ve learned to expect that  —
What your life revolves around
Eventually kills you.

I am full of strawberries,
But I am seeing the orange sunrise —
Maybe you are purged from my system,
Can’t tastes change?
I never wanted a fruit basket,
Just love,
Love,
Love.

I’m killing off choices like genocide,
I’m a murder in my homicide,
I threaten kings with my regicide,
The monster of pesticide,
Drinking buckets of cyanide,
The rivers will find me,
As I fall apart in the clutches of suicide.

I disguise my heart as a dagger and shred myself to pieces,
I scream softly, but I keep the most important words silent,
I wrapped all my feelings in layers of diamonds,
Knowing that nothing can cut through,
But I forgot precious jewels get stolen,
I cough up my desires, but I melted all my fire,
I swim away in a basket of salt, 
Hoping dehydration will keep me quiet.