BROKEN

My erstwhile existence an unmitigated suffering
Ruin to the evidence of the donation of Eros
Never considered this uxorious veneration
Would be an abradant to my psyche

And here I lay unkept and imperfect
Disorganized and fragmented
Confused and uncomplete
Broken

In the exibit of today the composistion desends asunder
The chafing fuels my neurotic inability to grapple the surrealism
Floundering through the transition to assume consent of inculpation

So here I lay
Broken
So here I lay
Waiting to be fixed
But I dont hold my breath
I dont put too much faith in false hopes
I accept my cracks
And embrace my blemishes
They are all that remain

BAD PRESCRIPTION

Everybodies aching for me.
Im like a drug you can not get enough of.
I flow through your viens I distroy all your pain.
I build you up just to tear you down.
You want my love just to fuck around.
And you always come back for more.
And you always drop to the floor.
Your begging on you knees.
"Take me, cum in me please."
Everybody, everybody, everybody is aching for love.
Everybody, everybody, everybody is craving this drug.
You cant have me! You cant have me! You cant have me, anymore!!
Go find a new addiction.
Im not your prescription!
Go find a new addiction,
Im not your prescription!
Im not your pleasure toy or your whore!
All you fucked me, so I'll fuck you all!
Im all used up, now I have nothing left.
Im all fucked up, and its all in my head.
Im no longer your fucking pleasure toy!
Im no longer your fucking whore!
Im gonna, Im gonna, Im gonna,
FUCK YOU ALL!!!!

CONFUCTION

Not knowing, I feel
Disreguarded and tossed aside.
Pushed away, I watch
Observing from the outside.
Unwilling, I kneel
Tearing at my tear soaked eyes.
While I pray, I fought
The loss from this compromize.

Lack of lacrimal production
The gaiety of distruction
Firebrand for dececption
Placed me, in a, state of confuction

Catabolism occurs then dissimilated and metabolized
Began tearing up the very architecture that I called my life
Desperate victim to the environment that changed the integrity
Concede to the atmosphere of subjugation and captivity
Design to the freshet of a catastrophic memento mori
Conscionable and centripal a non-transitoriness story

Lack of lacrimal production
The gaiety of distruction
Firebrand for dececption
Here I am broke by this rejection
Lost again in a state of confuction

WHAT IS LEFT OF ME NOW?

Uninformed I try to stay together
Put a smile on to not looked bothered
I have no way to vent this depression
As this fades so does my motivation
There is no one here that I can confide
So all alone inside here I will hide

What is left of me now
Just piled up shattered dreams
What is left of me now
Too many broken promises

Every night when I can not sleep
I lie awake lost in the dream
The unobtainable perfection
Is now my sweetest adiction

Nothing left of me now
Nothing pure nothing good
Nothing left of me now
Nothing I ever want to be

But this is me now
I guess