um...i suck at introductions...here's the stuff.....ponder,enjoy, don't bitch

"Your Domain"
Is No Greater Than The
Broken Plastic Mustard Trashcan
Your Soul Hides In.

hey you, yeah you
you’ve got gum
stuck on your shoe
and in your eyes

Meaningless words from an igno
rant confused soul
Are you arro
gant, or just stupid?

You think you’re intelli
gent because you abuse the ability to confuse the ignorant people with big
words and complex oxygenius funkslamtastic babyman phrases.
Saying Zeal, when you meant to feel, because it ‘sounds better’

Words have beauty, stop making them ugly!
Fancy swirls of ink, don’t make it come
plete. But you can explain nothingness in great de
tail. Split words to make more pointless
ness. You make no point. But I’ll be blunt, just for you:

You are not
who you think you are
I look across the room where your in
secure personality seems to slouch up straight.
I’m not sorry. You are stu
pid.



Animal
You are as sly as a fox
And as dirty as a rat
As low as pond scum
With stealth like a cat


You act as if you're hotter
Than a dragon's torching flare
You act as if you're stronger
Than a mighty fearless bear

Your confidence is higher
Than an eagle's nest
You think you're more than all
You think that you're the best

Like a monster from the sea
And a spiky tail like one too
To wave in your fury
With teeth sharp and shiny to chew

You act as if
You're a merciless king
No gift is good enough for you
Nothing anyone could bring
You’ve got a brain
Like a dinosaur
You can act smart
But your wit is nothing more

Feed Me"
Only you can
Feed me
Feed my soul
Simply by spoonful
Put down the knife
It can't protect you
I know you, only you
Can convince me
The way you do
Feed me
Happy pills
Ignorance
Bliss
Life
Devours me
I feed
It's need
For weakness...for...i...am.


Stolen

He took it away from me
The thing I can’t get back
Stolen a part of me
Not material, not recoverable

Given to everyone at the beginning
And meant to be eventually lost
But only by choice
But only by love

Now I look
Back at the past
And I wish that I could have
Held it in my grasp

But that was then
And this is now
I have to move on
But exactly how

He took that piece of me
A piece that made me whole
It was stolen from me
He took control

It’s my fault
It’s my fault
I should have ran
I should have screamed

I still have to see him
Every day
I still have to remember
The time he took it away

I still wish that
I could steal it back
What was usually love,
Was then, an attack.