I was born of the Virgin Mary, Given life to rid earth of evil. Blood on my hands, Dirt on my hands, I’m akin with Christ Himself.
Without you, I feel the pain. The rain seems cold now. Thunder is only evil, And the sky is bare and pale.
But I’m still a kid Only don’t tell my dad that. He’ll say, no, you’re not a kid And you haven’t been a kid in a lo… I guess that when I cry,
I live inside my head Where soft flurries spin, And there’s a rise of warm water b… I live inside my head Where spikes stick out
With him, It’s like there were no scars. There are no sheepish looks No burning shame. There was no John
I find it funny That I raised myself From the cradle To the grave. I never got a chance to be a baby.
It’s over. It’s okay. The parting is such sorrow And relief. It hurts like a crushing force,
Then he said, “I never said I was… Then I said, “I never asked you t… Then we kissed.
That red ribbon is so wrinkled. Rouge like blood Or rushing anger Or a blaring stop sign. It’s crumpled:
Not as ardent as before. I’m tired. Slowing down, A tail growing heavier and longer With each day.
Love starts like this: We like the same books, We like the same music, We seem like a match made in high… It crumbles like this:
The blur of lighted cars Flying in a flurry down The highway at night Soothes me in the Most unorthodox way.
You don’t ask me to speak. You never expect my opinion. I was your second child In a runaway marriage. I suppose I loved you once,
It’s so quiet. I feel soft. The winter hurts, So I burrow inside, But I forget how to
I could hop on a train. Grow akin to the screaming and whi… Where would I go? Far from here, from cold. Tell my parents my love,
