Waiting is a lonely roadI never get your lettersin the mail anymoreAll I see are the skeletonsAnd bones of our past.
Broken MonologueThis is:Life as we know it.A series of Mondays and Tuesdayssewn together on cheap embroidery floss.This is:IncompletionLongingTreading in deep waters,Walking down the broken road,A fear of sleeping because of haunted dreams,haunted blankets,haunted tears.Heart and mind on auto pilot.Emptiness.
Enter The LimboEnter the limbo:I am an open book.My arms and legs are the sentences,My beating heart is now the rhyme.Page by page, word by word,My story is slowly unraveling,But never to be heard.With tattered and torn pagesInsomnia has become my only friend.And I haven't slept in days
The Crazie's AnthemYou got me feeling erratic, ecstatic,Completely enthusiastic.And these bones aren't real.Shit, I'm cold hard plastic.Paper rhymes and paradigms,Lost in the rift,Someplace between space and timeSimply spiraling and falling,This black hole is calling.Drip drop,Pitter patter,Drinking tea and coffee with the mad fucking hatter.Shoes for eyes,Eyes for shoes,Keep on chanting the lonely man's blues.The city is on fire,While monkeys play the lyre.Werewolf maiden,Your heart's so caved inOh, stay away from the full moon,(She's a loon,)One flew east,One flew west,One flew over the cuckoos' nest.
Lies.Your lies make me sick I have to force myself deep breaths just to stop myself from purging.And your prized collection of mangled hearts hidden somewhere deep inside your cupboard is only growing larger and larger.I wish there was some way I could stop you, but it's difficult to eradicate a mass murderer.