While you were gone, My childhood dog died. I wept for both of you, And I felt like a corpse. While you were gone,
My mother is the darkness inside m… She planted the seed That grew into brambles, And now, I can’t be loud Because she makes me so
The blur of lighted cars Flying in a flurry down The highway at night Soothes me in the Most unorthodox way.
There’s so much blood in blood cou… As there are stones in my heart When I hear your name. The winged-pig can fly daily Once I’ve let myself remember
The devil’s in my midst.
Let my joy be a promise To my future self Who is so beautiful Even if she isn’t pretty.
The grass was dewy. You carried me on your back. I could feel your heartbeat Through your shirt. I wanted you to be mine,
You ruined me. How could you? You’re my mother. You were supposed to be strong. Not me.
Love is the sickness. Love is the cure.
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.
I don’t understand. I don’t understand the cruelty The darkness The fear This choking feeling.
I died on Tuesday. My soul floated up Above my milky corpse, And I smiled. I saw my family,
I sing of a new carol Which starts silly giggles As a speeding blue carriage Runs merrily through the dark.
I feel under-appreciated. Isn’t that vain to say? That might just be my Napoleon co…
I ran from you all my life. I’ve had problems, But that doesn’t make it right.
