Better

I have tried so very hard for you

So many times I've cried for you

So many times I have 

tried to forget the

memory

but yet your eyes

seas of such forbidden fruit

and your touch

burning pleasure on my skin

Your absence

icy flames on my broken heart

and yet only hateful 

love keeps us apart

I bite into the poison apple

and there is no kiss of life

As I close my eyes

They see you They 

see your eyes

Singing me a lullaby

I release my love for 

you

And although I am dying

I think I may be flying

too

Feel

everytime a new lie

comes to mind

always the same things

over and over

again I think that I have

finally found it

but I know that a lie

cannot be found

empathy is useless here

after all I doubt anyone 

knows what I'm

going through

the silence which surrounds me

shall soon destroy me

Consonance

A relief, eh
From all the madness
Think it's all safe now

Think again
You thought you could hide it
You thought you could hide
A corrupted soul
A chaotic mind
An emotionless mind
All you can hide well is your face

And I'm quite happy you can do that

So wait
You expect this to end like this?
Well, think again kiddo.

I've been expecting you.
And I thought you
To think that it would all be
Easy from here on.

Nothing will be easy until you learn
That the easiest thing you can do
Is learn that the hard things in life
Are only made harder
By your easy
And yet useless
Life.

So get out of my way.
So I can strike a chord
Major please
And get rid of your
Dischords
All they do is tease

Move aside,
And let me strike this final chord
Major please
Let the minors cease
And allow my release.

Dissonance (5)

skipping along, holding
a broken heart shaped
box of
pain

ful memories you would rather forget
to see that all that you did was actually real and
whenever you realise that you are dead
remind me to come collect your useless head.

Dissonance (4)

Excellent passages,
I must say.
But where do they lead
It only seems like
You're going nowhere

Looks like you took that risk for nothing
Stick to things you actually know
And care about

It's time you realised
That you can't always end on a high
Because you can fall off passages
You know.

Dissonance (3)

Leaping around
No real purpose to it I suppose
But then again
It does seem cool

But how can you take it
All this movement
From place to place
Like a race to find
Some more useless space
Yes
Useless

What's it's purpose if you're the only one in it?

Why do you always run away
Soon
Your song will end

Dissonance (2)

That packet's quite beautiful, no?
It's empty though.
Used to be full.
But I took too much, so
Well,
It's all gone.

Sometimes I need it.
But its just a shell.
It has no contents.

You know what they say

The exterior is nothing like
What's inside.

Dissonance (1)

Dya know when you just wanna
Melt into something, and stay there so
You don't have to suffer the pain of
Getting up, and watching things go
Not exactly your way

Dya know when you just wanna
Stay in a moment, and stay there so
You can cherish the events that you
Love, and embellish the emotions you
Wish would repeat themselves

Dya know when you just wanna
Take a break
From all the
Shit
Happenning around you,
But you know that if you do
People will suffer

But what about you?
Don't you think of yourself at all?

Revenge March

Left
Right
Left
Right

Forward.
Not back.
In time now.
2 per bar.

That's what we used to think anyway.
Had the whole place to ourselves, we used to think.

Then you went and found someone else.
Easy
1, 2
1, 2
And off you stroll

But now we'll see who's stuck on a float
And who's racing ahead

Doubletime,
Mate.

Not simply anymore.
So you're left behind.
As I blow the horn
And you're taken over.

Left
Right
Left
Right

Im going forward.
Are you?

O

How long is a piece of string.

I've always hated that answer.

If you don't bloody know, then just shut up.

If I ask, then tell me

And if it's something you think is "unanswerable"

then

Fuck off!

God

People these days

Have no ounce of thought

Nor do they have any knowledge

Of anything other than what makes them

Who they are

Is that how it'll always be?

So whenever I ask you how long a piece of string is

You can always remember the needle with which I threaded

Poison through your veins,

And how I ended the pain with a 

Knot

At your heart.

!

I can still feel it, you know.

It's not something I can forget easily.

I'm working on it.

But can I ever completely

Eradicate

The soft sheen

The warm embrace

The silky touch

The safety I felt

Inside your 

Coat of arms

The happiness I felt

Inside your

Kingdom

Is there any point in getting up anymore

Knowing what I once had can never be

And the beauty of what I once had

Makes even true love look like a crippled rose

Snap

That's a nice photo, isn't it.

And the next.

What,

You're also angry

Why, what a coincidence.

Snap!

Stop bloody throwing around photos.

I don't know why a photo of

Got in there

Don't ask me why

number is on the fridge

I swear,

nothing

Is happenning

Are you sure you're not being paranoid

Throwing things never got anyone anywhere

Must've hit a nerve

Dont you dare throw the album

It has too any memories

Throw

Catch

I throw it back to you

Not to you

At you

Dead?

Snap.

Change Of Direction

Am I really at right angles to your soul?

Parallel to your desires more like.

Nothing more than an alternate

Angle from the ones you truly want.

A bit of a 

Constant thing from me, but never

Complimentary

Just a supplement to your needs.

Straight

to it then.

No longer will I make

a full circle with you.

180 turns it is from me.

So lets square things out

And simplify

Divide

and

Subtract

Oh look.

There's nothing left.

Pour etre triste...

Oui, je sais.

J'ai arrivé.

Oui, c'est clair.

Et il faut faire.

Oui, desolé.

Les peur est clair.

C'etait rien que j'ai pu faire.

Mais

Alors

Tu n'est pas ici.

Et dans les histore que je lis,

Je sais que si

Je voudrais voir

Le monde de toi

Il y a un  "au revoir"

Et il n'y a pas de moi.

Glamour

I am the waste material flung aside when the dress is made.

I am the the ripped belt worn to prom, then never worn again.

I am the bracelet your parents got you, flung aside.

I am the teeth you lost as a child, forgotten.

I am your first bicycle. Left to rust with other broken memories.

I am your blanky when you were small. Burnt in the bonfire with the

Board game that taught you to read.

Left in the flat with the

Pen that taught you to write.

Sold in the pawn shop with the

Clothes you wore when you were born.

I am the mother whom you never knew.

And now it is your glamour 

and not me

that you pursue.

February

God, it's cold.

My teeth chatter.

I hear the plastic of the retainer

Against the enamel.

I shiver.

I hear the ruffle of denim

Against my thigh.

I sigh.

What else is there to do anyway?

Boredom takes over.

I amuse myself by drawing little

pictures in the mirror.

But every time I draw a line

The images become more faint.

And all I can see is myself

Becoming clearer.

It's lost its fun.

Yeah, 

Piano will help me get rid of 

The weight of identity.

Chordal passages have never been my thing

Especially when they seem to be 

Really fast.

I have to look down from the music to make

Sure

I'm going to the

Right places.

I look up again.

In the ebonised case

Blacker than black

I see myself again.

I throw down the lid

Damn it's soft close mechanism

As it slowly shuts out the entrancing white of the keys.

If only my pain would fall on me

As slowly.

Msn is always,

A last resort.

I like talking to people

A lot.

If only they would like talking to me as much.

I have to turn off the monitor for a second.

Father walks in.

Walks out.

I look at the empty screen.

And emptiness looks back.

Why am I?

____________________________

An idiot trapped in an idiots body?

Variations On A Theme

Easy.

I can do it just like that.

Don't need your help, of

all peoples.

Simple.

I just get up and go.

Leave it all behind.

It really isn't that hard you know.

I could do it just like that.

I could do it now if I wanted to.

I just don't want to.

And you can't make me.

Maybe you're the one who should change a little

Cos I do great when you're not around.

Easy.

You can do it just like that.

Simple.

Get up and go.

And leave me behind.

And let me be happy

for once.

I could let you go anytime I want.

I just don't want to.

Outline

Aha. I always knew you were empty.

Knew from the first time I looked into

your blank eyes.

Well, what WASN'T blank about you?

Blank face.

Blank stare.

Blank personality.

Sheesh, what do I have to do to get something

inside a person, and not just an empty shell.

Dilly dally, shilly shally!

An actual person, for

once!

What a funny thing to say.

Aren't we all just outlines

Just filled up with what society

Wants us to be.

Drink

Follow the dotted line

It's hit and miss, you see

Walking across zebras

And their crossings

It just so happens that I was a hit

at nightclubs too and

who said that idiots

can't be cool.

I didn't really

see where I was going that night

I know what I would've done if I would have had

The courage to actually listen to my mind

Instead of my friends.

My dad always used to shout when he found out

That I had consumed alcohol

Even though he had on many occaisons

I suppose he was right

About the alcohol

But not about the

Funeral

It would be I who went before him.

It's usually hit and miss you see.

And I was hit.

Relax

Ok.

I'm trying to relax.

I'm comfortable.

I'm calm.

Composed.

I'm trying to be happy.

I'm laughing.

I'm smiling.

I'm trying

Not to cry

And yet

I don't know why

It's been too long

Since I have had this song

And  I wish it would go away

I know if it did

You could stay

I'm trying

Not to cry

Please just

Tell me why

It's been too much

And I want this song

To leave

To fly away

So you could be here today

I'm trying to breathe.

Slowly does it.

Slow down.

More.

More.

And

Stop.

Blasphemy

I

Am standing.

Still

Standing

I look above

Nothing

I knew that

I believe that

Not my fault

I believe different

Not my fault

I believe my own way

Not my fault

I dare to say

Not my fault

I do not pray

Not my fault

So

I stand

Today

I stand

for the last

time 

and I have one last

rhyme

Not my fault I don't praise God with every breath

Not my fault but I'm stoned to death

Dark Humour

Knock Knock.

Who's there.

Knock Knock.

Say a prayer.

Unlock door.

Pull away chain.

Unlock heart.

Open domain.

Too bad,

You're exposed.

I attack,

You, 

Enclosed.

Too late,

You are hurt.

Broken heart,

But still alert.

Lock the lock.

Close the door.

Close it on your heart once more.

Delivery

Sadness Supreme.

That's my usual pizza.

Well, the one that arrives at my door

Most of time.

It's in a box.

I can smell it from ages away.

And I can see the guy at the door waiting to be paid.

He's young.

Only a few years older than me.

Has really bad acne.

Dirty blonde hair.

Goofy smile.

I give him the exact amount.
Then I say
"Would you like a tip?"
"Yes, I would like one very much"

I reach behind me for the leather

belt

and take it off.

I wrap it around his neck.

And tighten it.

Just before he dies

I whisper in his ear

"I didn't like the pizza"