Without A Trace Of Humanity

I'm scared that it's just a game
and however small and trivial it is to you
for me it's something else completely
I'm not certain at all that's the way it is
but it is what I fear
I don't expect you to understand the depths
of why and how it is for me
without ever having told you

To sum it up
I'd say I'm hurt and lonely
whether by consequence or design
it is my reality
I spend a lot of effort indulging others
and learning their story
because it means something to me to know someone
and have them share a piece of themselves with me
but I give very little back in regards
to how I became who I am
because I am rarely asked

A Tragic Scene

Look just like this magazine
it's money, magic, and gasoline
convince everybody that they must read it
and hate anybody that tries to resist

Act just like this modeled scene
television baby that's what I mean
fix your eyes on the fame and fortune
hypnotized by what's unimportant
make that money and cry to Jesus
and hate anybody that tries to resist

Think just like a human being
brainwashed just like you and me
resist change, do it all the time
hate everybody
that's the bottom line

The Path of Least Resistance

From a distance those red roses
fade away and lose their focus
and the only way to cope is
to water down those emotions 

When we talk I have a motive
I want to feel something explosive
with a little less disclosure 
I feel the need to win you over

A yearning to be closer
and have your head on my shoulder
if only for a night
to leave me yearning for another

If it wasn't for our distance
I would show you what you're missing
loving hugs and soft kisses
lustful bites
so delicious

Like Magic

Sharp and precise like knives 
cutting through flesh like lies
and the secrets that I hide
are the kind that protect my life

Welcome to my mind
it's like an active crime scene
like a twelve dead baby drowning
I told that dead bitch, crown me
and the crowds roar was astounding

The crown he wore was blinding
these words just like gears grinding
mixed with the sound of lightning
like the night I killed the right wing

Sometime my thoughts are frightning
because I always say the right thing
like the magic mounted white king
buried in your psyche 

Something Like Love

So I'm starting to have feelings for someone. To be honest it has been a little more than 3 years since I felt this way. This time around there's a whole new sensation involved, something that feels a lot like heartbreak and depression. My last relationship ended terribly, and I was very heart broken. I understand that plays a factor, but it can't be the whole thing. Is there a love muscle? Has it been so long since I used my heart in this way that it's sore like an under used muscle after working out? The alternative is to say that the psychological trauma of heartbreak  has physiological effects years after at only the presentation of similar stimuli. This girl and I aren't even dating and I won't even see he for another 8 months. But just talking to her, and having those feelings and emotions develop is definitely having some negative side effects. The human body, you never cease to amaze me.

All Apologies

I tried to warn you
but you wouldn't fucking listen
clouded by your small dicked ego
and liars insecurity
I don't need you at all
you fucking bitch
I'd rather strangle you
in front of everyone
fucking cheering
at your worthless death
that's how I feel right now
and if you choose to  talk back to me
one fucking word
I'll martyr myself
to ensure your death
you insignificant piece of shit. 

Gingerly

When our heads touched
I had enough
I want to pull your hair
and do nasty stuff

When I taste your lips
it's all but certain
it's payoff time
for all that flirtin'

It's not just lust
my heart is racing
each kiss makes it hard
to face you

I always want
what's out of reach
I've had a taste
now I want the peach 

Socket Man Vs The Power Cord

In my dream
I now slay monsters
it's my world
and I'm God's imposter

When zombies tried to feed the serpent
a live baby
death was certain
so I killed every single person
because I'm man behind the curtain

In my world I murder people
if they choose the side of evil
in my world their are no prisons
my will is the worlds religion

The Taste of Blood

My scatter brained anger
and discontent spent
working for men
who like me
are shells of themselves 

My love life lost
to one woman scorned
who continues to break my heart
in my dreams

My intelligence wasted
on distractions
and inaction
talk a big game
and play video games
rinse a life away
at the end of the day

It Don't Rhyme Cuz I'm Not High

My feet hurt and I'm real fucking tired
exhausted even
at the day and the notion that I have to do it all again
and again
this is surviving
not flourishing
I get hungry and crave Burger King...
I need GMO's in my salty sweet addiction
I got a sore throat and my gums bleed for no reason
and the doctor says nothing because I don't see him
because I slipped through that crack long ago
I wake each morning hoping what ails me, won't
I hope my feet don't hurt when they hit the floor
for that days first step
because when that work bell rings
I fucking obey
almost every day
they call it choice
I call it surviving 

Lust For Lisa

For what it's worth
the down and dirty
lives we live
are so unworthy
of existence
because death is instant
every moment is quite exquisite

For what it's worth
the rhyme and reason
the short skirt girl
with a mind for pleasing
sees the world like I can't
through the lens of love
she sees no demons
she sees free men
with choice and reason
for what it's worth
I don't see them