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.

That red ribbon is so wrinkled. Rouge like blood Or rushing anger Or a blaring stop sign. It’s crumpled:

Last night, all I saw was Nancy. The way she cried when I held her… Like a fleshy cradle Around her broken heart. I saw her loving me

There is no real romance like fore… There is no time or room to breath… But just the beating of their hear… Traps you. Like a rabbit hopelessly ensnared,

You’re horrible, And I hate you. But this is me. I’m the only person That I can’t escape.

When you taste your own sweet tear… Know I’ll be there. When the night becomes a friend, Know

I died on Tuesday. My soul floated up Above my milky corpse, And I smiled. I saw my family,

Nights of chuckling After no jokes And Dancing without nerves Become me

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,

Am I incurable? It seems so. I’m an incorrigible invalid Of the heart.

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

In my daydreams, I used to be an acrobat, Flying through air Into capable hands. In my dreams,

Like Augustus, I fear oblivion When I should pass.

I dislike nothing more than Philosophy. How lazy.

There’s always a morning, But there’s the night, too. Every faith has a savior, But the devil always follows suit. There will be spring,