Thread and Needle: 10/31/02
This was the last time you'll rage against the truth,
A steel-toed boot kicks in your last tooth,
As all the others have rotted away from your sugar excess,
And you're excess salt becomes hard to express,
I'm so sick and tired of your broken voice,
Thread and needle seems to be my only choice,
I'll sew up your lips stitch by stitch,
And slowly my pain will cease to exist,
As yours will increase the thread and needle,
Your ugly thoughts are indeed full,
And why stop at this torture; why not see?
What you can do chained to a tree,
You're so disabled and I like you that way,
It's how you make me feel everyday.
Stains: 11/4/02
Your fertile soil has been reaped again,
By the hands of a thousand angry men,
Whom you have angered and caused pain,
They bleached your orchard rid of stains,
The stains you bled through clenced teeth,
The battle lost swords and sheathes,
The broken soil was raped this time,
Your stains show up inside his crime.
Remote Control: 11/7/02
It's 2:48 AM and my dog threw up on the rug,
My best friend passed out and my mom's on drugs,
The caffeine in my body is about to die out,
I think I'll get some more if I can get off the couch,
The cockroach is running along the dead mice,
And my ex-girlfriends' dead corpse is laced with lice,
Would you like to change the channel tonight,
It's too hard withouth my remote control with lights,
My apathy is killing the chance of becoming important,
The landlord called and said I can't afford rent,
So he's taking away my apartment and the TV remote,
What will I do now; the cat pissed on my coat,
I have no capacity for knowledge or getting work,
I'm dead weight with a dead mind from puncture wounds with a fork,
Help me get some new batteries to feed my addiction,
The stories on TV are no longer fiction,
They seem real to me but I think I'm insane,
My remote control died and now I'M in pain?
It's all over now the cable's out and the batteries are dead,
Russian roulette in an abandened lifestyle to shoot myself in the head.
America's Demise: 11/9/02
A perspiration of inspiration,
That seeps into my wounds,
And opens up the tombs,
With wings,
The scabbed angels offer me,
Hope to find my own path,
Made for me yesterday,
By natives of this foreign land.
In Waiting: 11/9/02
In waiting for the perfect match,
Tired of being thrown aside,
So I'll let you come to me,
Free tickets are available at the front desk,
But don't expect to get them from me,
I can't offer myself another time,
Feel free to try again later,
I may be willing then,
I promise.
The Goodwill Posterchild: 11/9/02
I'm so sorry I wasn't good enough,
To buy me more than secondhand clothes,
My childhood was a yard sale,
I feel horrible for buying,
Thanks for loving me so much,
That you couldn't see how I hurt,
Everyday made fun of,
For what I did not have,
And could not need at any time,
Their names were bulled alongside me,
The slide became something greater than life,
As I jumped off to land on their backs,
Broken bones and bloodied knees,
They never stopped calling me,
You could have done more,
But you chose to listen to my words,
Instead of my heart,
Now you know I was only lying,
Because I loved you more than,
You loved me,
And my childhood has become now,
The goodwill posterchild.
Corporate Castle: 11/10/02
The printed green on slabs of deceit,
How are they forgotten so easily,
Your deeds were not ever true,
The fuel of greed drilled from solid ice,
Drilled from solid eyes filled with mauled hope,
Ruined dreams in desperation,
When God becomes your credit card,
And the truth becomes so clouded,
That your reason for living,
Is not to support your family,
But to make others suffer,
Drowned in your pool of money,
No oxygen sold on Monday,
But you forgot,
And killed thousands more starving children,
Along the streets surrounding,
Your corporate castle,
With gates of silver and floors of gold. 
Six Fingers Too Deep: 11/10/02
Why don't you reach into your ass again,
And pull out what society spoon-fed you yesterday,
And give me more lies to digest on my own,
It's been calling for attention,
Wear your fake smiles and your push-up bra,
Yes, the ones your mother gave you,
You were taught by the best,
It's too bad now that you're stuck,
Six fingers too deep,
Your father was a creep,
It's time again to regurgitate.
Centurai: 11/10/02
A potential catalog of kinetic legos,
With an erotic aura and a neon sign,
Can you find the panhandler,
And the screen used against the sun,
May be dripping onto the ground,
The ozone is thinning into mesh,
A simple net to catch intruders,
But will it keep her from global warming,
As the prices rise.
Blindfold: 11/10/02
How many times should I have to greet you,
Before you awaken to the truth that you can't,
And won't be in love with this tyrant,
Both will tear down the fence you reopened,
Unpolite gestures that may result in tears,
Those fears that hold you close to your pillow,
And start to smother and blind you,
Reopen your eyes to my world,
And clutch to your blindfold,
Your eyes are now crossed from your disease,
The one you recieved for your hatred,
Me, yes me.
The Last Breath: 11/10/02
Thanks for being there,
If only when you needed to feel alive,
And only I could do it tonight,
I am so glad that it's over,
Because I couldn't ever put myself,
Through a hellhole that deep again,
Your riches don't mean anything to me,
I hope you never forget that,
And realize I love you for you,
And not how many awards,
Or news shows you're on,
More than anything,
Remember I told you I could never forget you,
And I still feel like that at times,
When my personal drugs wear off at night,
And I go to stare at your picture for hours,
It calms me down so I can get back,
To sleep with you,
And hold you so tight that you suffocate,
And I let you share my oxygen,
So your last breath is mine.
Pulling Teeth: 11/11/02
The sad truth is. That I can't sleep at night. Without the love. It was stripped away by your greedy hands. And the wrench you used. As it was like pulling teeth.
The Gathering: 11/11/02
And now how long have we waited with closed lips,
For this glorious reunion in the same place we met,
And fell into each other within an instant,
The bond has not yet been broken but the seal is wearing,
It's too hard tearing apart from this,
So let's just go back to the way things were,
As if it never happened and the tears replace,
Among the thoughts that still drive me crazy today,
I will see the true you at the gathering.
Hopeless: 11/11/02
Do I need to polish your mirror for you?
Is it too hard for you to see that I haven't lied?
Because I can't believe you're throwing yourself away,
Not to mention me or the chance we could have had,
And when we look back to yesterday together,
Maybe a third-person view will help you see,
That because you throw me away I can't bear it,
And you can keep collecting your goddamn popsicle sticks,
For all I care because I care more than,
What you see in your mirror does not lie,
To you because you're hopeless.
Romeo and Juliet: 11/11/02
Your sweet petals are wilting and only a kiss,
Could bring you back but it's too late,
As you've refused me for the last time,
Do you think we could stop torturing ourselves?
Life is hard enough and death,
Could be much better but is it worth a try?
I just need a reason that is better than me,
If you could please give that to me again,
And watch me fade away with your eyes closed shut,
We will be known to all others that don't matter,
Romeo and Juliet.
Tearing me Apart: 11/11/02
If I have to be serious about just one,
It would be you and I wish,
That this could last forever,
I would buy a million lifetimes just to spend with you,
But I can't afford to lose you underneath the trees,
Where we could sit for so long together and no words,
But the feelings we shared were worth much more,
When words can't express why I miss you so much now,
Just to see you again and I could hold my words,
Thank you for showing me what you're like inside,
And if I could have just one wish,
It would be to die with you by my side,
Because I really can't live without you,
Tearing me apart from the inside.
Self Control: 11/11/02
Where's my motivation gone?
Oh that's right- it became an indentured servant,
Selling it's life away,
To render me completely useless,
That bastard,
Now what will I do to get out of bed in the morning,
Or even at noon when I've laid there for hours,
Thinking of yet another reason to not get up,
Self control is my new concept that I can't seem to understand,
And it just happens to be,
Destroying all future hopes that I might just happen,
To actually exhibit excitement for,
So come back now self control,
So that I can tell you the same words as this,
Yet again, I need to express how much I hate,
How you make money off of my weakness.
Superball: 11/11/02
How many times can I possibly bounce back at you,
Before my tread begins to wear and I come to halt,
Along your soiled and well-traveled feet,
That stare me down and make me feel smaller than life itself,
Only your magnifying glass could show you who I really am,
Superball.
Back Pain: 11/11/02
The glow of my refrigerator,
Because I can't sleep any more,
Why is that again?
Oh- that's right, it's because of,
All the deep wounds in my back,
From your car keys and that cross around your neck,
Yeah, the one I'd love to rip off,
And here I sit with these thoughts,
And the sleeping pills aren't working,
Even after I mashed them up,
And mixed in tequila to inject into my veins,
The syringe is calling me again,
And I shall go to sleep.
Scars: 11/12/02
Your scars are beautiful only to me,
And why can't you see,
That we're the mirror images of each other,
And I can't help but cry at night,
Knowing that you put up such a fight,
And it's too hard to be like your brother,
And how did we meet again?
Oh yeah, a mutual friend,
On a summer afternoon,
I know I wore cologne that day,
I remember so clearly,
Wondering what I'd gotten myself into,
As I stared into your eyes for a day,
And you turned your head away,
Your scars are beautiful only to me,
If only you could realize this is true,
I still have that picture you drew,
Only your scars are beautiful to me.
