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| Stupidly Happy Stumble through life's hazy din Plastered with the idiot grin. Bliss is ignorance and ignorance, bliss. Don't you know where happiness is? Pry rows of jovial ivory; open wide. Crawl in and take a look inside. Down the tubes of squirming red, Ignoring the particles of the dead. Burrow about and look for escape, Through blackened holes that gape. Seek the treasured ruby centered, Through which the fluid leaves and enters. Grasp in hands that tremble slightly. Squeeze out blood and guard it tightly. Climb upwards on bone step-ladder, Hand-over-hand to the grey matter. Marvel at the miniscule size . . . So this is where happiness lies! |
| Reality Snap me back like a rubber band Ricochet straight into your hands Frigid in your cold, harsh grasp While you show me slides of life gone past And I can see now, but I don't wanna And I can perceive now, but I don't wanna And I can believe now, but I don't wanna It's not like my fluffy little clouds Choking happily with the sugar-coated lie That life is even worth giving a try That people care and that they're nice That we're strangers to our own device And I can see now, but I wish I didn't And I perceive now, but I wish I didn't And I believe now, but I wish I didn't Let me fall back into a stupor uninformed With shiny trinkets, it's well adorned To distract my mind from problems that may be To keep it in the fluff and not venture into reality. . . |
| Artistic Lust A pigment of your infatuations Psychadelic daydreams in neon green Purpled with puffs of whispy smoke Passionate vapours that you wrote Swirling madly against your fantasies Visions of a dancing you and me Coloured your emotions again Bright, bold; Sparle in and let's begin Canvas strewn with multi-hued paint Portrait of a love found too late Abstract ideas captured haphazardly Can't draw brilliance that perfectly Pigment of your infatuations Shade of your desires Colour my love and give it life Fizzle my brain and entice I think I've found my Adonis Carved with a suggestive kiss |
| Toymaker Helpless and broken doll that I am, Can't be put back together again. Do you have the glue? Do you have the springs? Do you have the thread? Do you have ANYTHING? Shattered pieces and personality, Hopelessly jumbled insanity. I've fallen apart into bits, Which don't even together fit. Puzzled pieces, jigsawed & mismatched. Not a single ideal left intact. Picture rent by thick, black lines Scarring and constricting binds. Do you have the solvent? Do you have the remedy? Do you have some paint? Do you even want to help me?! |
| Babble On Dream your big, movie star dreams and climb up onto that horse so high Distance yourself from things held close And kill the emotions you'd hoped would die Fulfill those thoughts you buried deep Those secrets so ugly they couldn't be right It's okay now to do what you feel Give up to the evils you always fight Mold these plans you so long denied And carry them out deliciously Savor the pain that they will bring (Just pretend it's not happening.) What do I care? It's not hurting me. |
| Persephone Flame The two of us wear our Goddess Masks To protect us from the world We wear these beautiful Goddess Masks To forget we're scared, little girls It's so much easier than fixing who we are (You know we've tried so long and hard) I think it's just easier to cover our face That's scarred with pain we can't erase We won't be broken ragdolls again Because we're both Goddesses ascended This way we'll gain some psuedo-respect Which will make our lives easier to accept We were doomed to a mortal hell But now we have no mortality to fell We've risen up high with our clever disguise Now it's our turn to look down and despise The two of us wear our Goddess masks To pretend we're someting we're not We always wear these Goddess Masks What's my real face like? I forgot. |