Ego Aside

Sometimes it takes a friend
To hurt you badly enough

The Tool on the Hill

....... Amen

Prayer of Pygmalion

What once was promised
May not be
Suffering, not happiness
Is found in wanting
She

Cobainian Nirvana

Why I love you, I'll never know
You certainly don't love me
Desire at your sight rips my heart
Until it starts to bleed
I studder and fall at your voice
Brought back to my knees
Isn't it perfect, my gorgeous friend
That you help to tear apart this me?

Misses for Free

So many misses
Yet I love one Misses
So I seek kisses
And blisses
For free

Voice like an angel 
Walks down my long hall
She says "hi"
And my spirits rise
You see

Pay no attention to the man in front of the curtain

I wouldn't wish this life
Upon someone else
If there even
Is

You could call it
A solitary curse
Or even a path to
Peace

Senseless Apprentice

Am I hot, or not
And are you?

You don't choose
Who you love

And that's true