Life in These United StatesOn a dingy little streetin the bustling city,the first drops of rainrun down a burnt-out streetlight.Below, a pregnant womansmokes a cigarette on the street cornernext to a homeless mantaking shelter in a cardboard box.Across the street a group of teenswrites grafitti on the wall,trying to decide what shop to bust next,and a genderless body in a trenchcoat and hatsells an early funeral to kids.Gangs fight over territory,willing to kill for an extra buck,while pimps roam the streets freelyarm-in-arm with their whores.Sex will buy what money can't.God bless America.
In a Child's EyesRunning up the stairs,I knock on the wood door, excited.I'm coming to see my grandfather.He's leaving so I have to tell himgoodbye.He is usually ready for meand opens the door real fast.But not today.Today it doesn't open at all.I crack the door and look in."Hellooooo... Grampa?"But all I see is darkand it doesn't smell like Grampa.I close it back real carefuland hurry back down the stepsto Mama."Why are you cryin' Mama?"But she just shakes her headand hugs me super tight.I wiggle around in her armsuntil I can stare back up the stairsat the great box covered in flowers."Mama?What's a funeral?"
Psycho WardWhite-washed walls of a padded room.A once bright soul but a shattered reflection,A mirage of futile dreams behind closed eyes.Delirious orders from a bodiless voice.Only embrace being a straight-jacket hug.Mentally insane.Chemically unbalaced.Psycho.Crazy.Freak.But one is left to wonder...If the sanest of us all are not those behind the bars...
Porcelain DollTears of sand falling from glass eyes,Banshee voice behind rose-petal lips.Child's games in a grownup world.No prayers said for this shattered body,My little porcelain doll.
Sad-eyed AngelWhispers, whispers...voices on a still breeze.Silent murmers from closed mouths,great unblinking orb-always watching-taking refuge in the trees.Endless pain in empty eyes.Only a shell; the living dead,such beauty lost after never found,such sadness spawned in lies.Screaming, screaming...yet not a sound in the air,pale spectre present but never seen.ghostly child alone for never and eternity,plenty to want but none to care.Never to know deathafter never living. Pendulum childlost in tormented existence.Heavenly outcast; damnation on earth.
ClaustrophobiaAgain, again,history repeating in an endless cycle,never ceasing.Nostalgic nightmares,waking on a cot of nails.The past forever preserved,trapped in this happy dillusion-ignorant of the present-unknowingly continuing in a deadly senescence.Again, again,lost in the past,trying desperately to forget,destined to never wake.
Wastedpour out your bloody ink in some faint rhythmic whinewhile the dark, thick rain falls endlessly to earth:the night sky is still the night sky,and like all things it will continue.though your blood may rush and roar like wateruntil in a faint whisper you finally run dry:still the stars endure and the rain falls,and will go on falling.go on and make your thin poetic moanand cut, and cry, and shake your tiny fist at the skyand bleed:but rain is the blood of the stars,and they have no sympathy for you.
EverythingYou found meAnd you took me inYou helped meWash away my sinsYou turned my life,My world aroundYou picked me upThen you threw me downNow everything that used to matter,Means nothing anymoreI watched the world around me shatterJust like the world I knew beforeEverything I thought we hadEverything that we've been throughEverything I ever cherishedNever meant a thing to youEverything you ever told me,You never meant a word of itAnd everything I've ever lovedHas either died or turned to shitMy hopes and dreamsHave disappearedThe pain, the shameIt draws me nearNow everythingIs crystal clearWhat I yearn forIs what I fearNow everything looks better,So much better from belowBut the part of me that used to careDied a long time ago....
Don't Tell Me You Know...Don't Tell Me You Know What It's LikeYou don't know what it's likeso don't say that you doyou say that we're alikebut I know it isn't truedon't tell me not to be this waydon't tell me not to crydon't tell me it will be okaydon't say I need to trydon't tell me that you understanddon't tell me that you caredon't say how immature I amor that life just isn't fairI'm so tired of this lifeof wishing and praying constantlythat I leave this knifeand soon they find what's wrong with meI know there's something not right in my headwhen I never want to leave my bedyou don't know what it's like to feel torn apartto feel like someone cut out your beating heartyou don't know what it's liketo go through everydaytrying not to kill yourself,trying not to be this wayI'm so sick of all these pillsnone of them will workon and off so many kindsit's only made me worsedon't tell me I'll grow out of thiswhen it's already been nine yearsdon't tell me when I crythat I'm not crying