EighteenEighteen too young to be bitter too bitter to be young I'm sucking on a cigarette or I'm floating on a song EighteenEighteen
child soul in adult body no fun nothing to offer anyone Eighteen "you should know better" Eighteen "you can't help it! you don't know better" Eighteen
floating on a song or sucking on a cigarette too young to be bitter but it's so bitter to be young
'cause Alice Cooper got it wrong
the death of decaydeath and decaythe death of decay
at the end of my cigarette holdeR
sweet seedy promises buried under old women's flower beds
bloated headless hot
mouse bodies decorate the pavement thanks to my favorite bulimic housecat
everyone's allergic
choking on life's golden dust
weeds popping up
out of the fluorescent green floor
where black birds dance
and mock the the fight of the seedlings in the shit
and against this gorgeous ghastly scene out of my licorice sucking mouth slips a new song
american soulhe's an all american boy gone gray coming up from kansas sweet southern voice cluelessamerican soul
don't know why
an artist paints the darkness why a poet writes out his madness likes wyeth and not much else looks in the mirror sees what others see he's too afraid to plunge into their depths discover just how deep they go
look inside sit in his soul look out of his skull's windows as just that his melancholy has no meaning
he didn't delve deep and now
he's rendered himself replaceable and in his half w
golden strokegolden strokegolden stroke
some people live the others set goals the ones who live
only survive their life living day by day no use for sense living black to gray standby brains
take your life
capture what's wrong take a pen make a list
''aims towards you insist'' writting liberates thee writting - the tool of the free
setting goals is the golden stroke aims for the future don't blow up in smoke hoping and fighting creating rather than inciting longing – my fri
StarstarStar
her star shines others shine too but hers - catches my attention
don't know what to say when i'm with her don't know what to do when i gaze at her dim star
doubts and questions! oh you! - gorging me inside phony doubts and questions!
1001 nights
gazing at my window waiting for it to shine 1001 nights will follow
cognitionhours of useless talk they talk i think above their sphere anger fills mecognition
i break out, finally - golden silence sweet, divine, pure
brutally interrupted by their daggers useless shittalk
i don't say goodbye nor look back the street, a concrete wave my board, my shangri la
cold air numbs my fingers strangers look like creeps trees like strangers but nobody can touch this moment of golden silence - sweet, divine and pure!
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