There isn't always room to breathe. His lungs are longing for release. His choices are: A: Pack and leave. B: Begin to make his peace, or C: Start screaming
I got high as a kite on Friday night... And listened in on all my neighbors' arguments, They love to fight, I love them for it. I go to sleep to the sound
Something something. Subdued by sleep, we hate to wake up. He loved and counted his kills, divided the dead, And suddenly stopped. Prompted by the heat
Oh, a winter river flows, Icy in the veins of all of us. This flood will run red. We're outwardly composed, And awkwardly arranged of blood and dust.
[Doctor:] Test, check. Well, he's been released today, and I'm going back where I started. Looking over old notes, listening to tapes, wondering how bad
on some nights you'll find me falling I am formless I am shapeless on some nights i'm better left alone you take it all in from some severed state of
We turned our questions into burning obsessions. Some asked: "Why me?" Others cried: "Why everybody else except me? Accept me!" Answers proved aloof
I dialed 911 a long time ago. Now I see how late they're reacting. Here shakes a former lovers/husband, and there lies the wife of a train wreck just
the smell of her perfume struggles to cover everything inside this ringing room though once subdued, the silence seems to sing whoa-oh, i told you so
We pass the time dreaming of our futures, And rationing precious (something) for anything. Even if the earth quakes, We'll grit our teeth, and stand until
It's all about the song in my head The one where the audience is all dead These days they're allowing Visitation to aid in my rehabilitation To make
The first night after you're release, no one expects you to get much sleep you're the waking, walking dead In my case i'm not much better walk to the
Abandon all hope, ye who enter here. This halfway house is home to a madman. His ghosts, and his perfect song. This year has been bruised and broken
old habits die hard, growing bitter from trying to be broken while these comfortable routines are smothered with affection well, i choose to switch between
You and me You know that we were always funny in a Car Crash sort of way Watch me bruise and bleed for you I always knew that I'd end up dead today..
I've got these scars that I'm hiding from times that I should have died and, A drink to remember them all. But it?s the ones I've inflicted, that keep
An I.O.U. tattoo strung along the finer rips and tears of your heart, and it is there to keep you together while we're all falling apart My conscience
[Singing:] Picture yourself in a nightmarish scene of such grotesque complexity that you'd kill to be dreaming. Your body's been dying, while your mind