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I loved her
but she fell
and shattered into
a million tiny birds
that flew
behind my mask.
They're still there
screeching and flying around
between my thoughts.
Sometimes the singing
gets so loud
I can hardly
scream

Burn Down the Moon

I want to pour the gasoline
And strike the match
Strip away the dead machine
As the flames catch

Smoke-filled skies
Brand my eyes

Cleansing fire
Healing heat

Searing smoke
Pain is sweet

Burn down the moon
I wanna burn down the moon

Hungry fire to cauterize
A bleeding mind
Flame reflected in my eyes
To burn is kind

Smoke-filled skies
Brand my eyes

Cleansing fire
Healing heat

Searing smoke
Pain is sweet

Burn down the moon
I wanna burn down the moon

Maybe when there's nothing left
We can build up fom the ash
But now
I want to burn...

Voices

Pay no attention
to a thing that I've said
I already know
I'm not right in the head
...I'm not always connected

The voices told me
it isn't for naught
they said to play stupid
if I should get caught
...I don't need it corrected

There's no method to my madness
but it helps me survive
There's no rhyme in my reason
but it keeps me alive

Because there's comfort in confusion
and there's shelter in disease
so don't attempt to heal me
just listen to me please

Don't be surprised
by the things that I do
don't try to judge me
by the yardstick of you
...I'm not your reflection

The voices told me
to act as I feel
if it's within me
then it's right and it's real
...not just some infection

There's no method to my madness
but it helps me survive
there's no rhyme in my reason
but it keeps me alive

There is comfort in confusion
and there's shelter in disease
so don't attempt to heal me
just listen to me please

Paper Clip

I am coming apart
Pull my skin away
And expose the circuitry
The metal, blood
and flashing LED's
Muscle
Bound with wire,
Self-contradiction,
And chaos;
Held together with
Willpower
and paper clips.
They don't always hold
I've lost so much
so far
so long
so what
I can't even remember
Who I used to be
Or if...

Outside

Don't let me die in a hospital bed
Just take me out to the woods instead
A chapel of trees above my head
And let me die outside

Don't want no doctors, no machines
No big dramatic crying scenes
So much more peaceful it would seem
To let me die outside

Please leave me there upon that hill
Where everything is green and still
No open grave for you to fill
Just let me die outside

For I would ride to Heaven In the bellies of the crows
My body returns to the earth
After my spirit goes
No enbalming fluid for me
I want to decompose
Please let me die outside

See How I Am?

I've achieved the incomprehensible
I'm tired of being sensible
My logic's indefensible
But that's just how I am
Don't call it mere insanity
Recklessness or vanity
It's sheer fragile humanity
'Cause that's just how I am

Avalanche

You are
the face of a distant mountain
obscured by clouds
I can't read the weather
can't tell whether
I should expect rainstorms
or avalanches