We read the world wrong and say it deceives us, just as we see a harlequin mind and deem it inept.

Breaking skin
It's so thin
Not a grin
Just a sin

Where is the lullaby
I am no longer high
I just want to deny
It still hurts, goodbye...

In the midst of occupation there is pointlessness; society is here to keep us happy, but I believe it inadvertently destroys and constrains individuality. Yet it encourages it to flourish.

Emotion perpetually drives itself towards nowhere along with the wind. Everything is swept along in the currents.

Her disfigured mother huddled in a rocking chair next to the fireplace, watching the fire but only seeing a funeral pyre

Trust yourself within my loving embrace and let your body relax to sleep, knowing that you are the flame of my very soul.

No matter how repulsive we all are on the inside, it is what we say and do that craves opinion.

Beyond the muscles, the vanity, and the vulgar jokes; there lies a man who remembers every hug, every smile, and every time he heard "I love you." With that man lies a piece of your heart, and he silently prays you will come back for it.

It is impossible to argue with an unreasonable man, because he does not need facts in order to be correct.

I can almost feel the softness of her hands, I can almost taste the sweetness of her lip gloss, and I always stay asleep almost long enough...