you have the worst hope i've ever seen
i want to eat your face then regurgitate it onto your soul
maybe you could then look like me
you have the face of a broken television set
I see you and think "hey, entertainment!"
but once i turn you on I see that you are worthless
i would paint your house a bile yellow
and mine a gorgeous black
as gorgeous as mud
as gorgeous as infected organs
the secreted pus would be more real than the hopeful walmart smile on your paint bucket.
i could serve you a real depression but I know that my actions would be waved away as an immature action.
you would buy some metal fuzz injected with soap and brag to your friends about how mean you are.

I want to starve
to starve would be to live before you die
to fill would be to die before you die
take away my luxuries
throw me into the trees
do you hear me
its quiet you ARE SILENT!

there's too much color
there's too much color
it's blinding me
it's choking me suffocating
drowndrownfull i am full
my throat hurts
filled with mud
coughing and i breath in
my desire fucking laughs out the window
faster than i could catch my life
they warned me
it was drilled into my brain, it was
common sense
MEMO MEMO MEMO MEMO IN MY VEINS

ballroom
dusty and gray
architecture of a retro clown's nose
no one's fucking there!
boney cave walls with bumps following his veins
particles swarming the stream of sun
providing just enough energy to suffice; to allow art
well this place doesn't fucking exist!
a bathroom
honey walls that do not stick, where perfection inspires further perfection
as to do spring cleaning of your cells
NO ONE HAS THE WILL!
Our rooms of a single hope survives on vanity
it is a mere fantasy; dead to the soil!
to cross the line, infested on the other side
(both of which survive in our craniums)
would be to swallow the air opposing your lysol tiles