Foster the insanity

Oh you‘ve gotten comfy under my skin

And I don‘t ever remember letting you in

You hide in the corners of my mind

Niggling away until you rob me blind

Sweet syrup, stick to me

Make me what you think I should be

I’m so much better with you here

I can almost disappear

I can hear your whispered words

vicious taunts are meant to spur

I know you don’t mean to hurt

All the world becomes a blur

Sweet syrup, Valentine

Seep into my broken mind

I’m so much better with your lies

I taste hell in paradise

Can’t remember being myself

We don’t need anyone’s help

You’ve taken to that leather belt

Your words they sting me, leaving welts

Sweet syrup, sanity

Break my heart and make me bleed

I’m so much better with this need

I can almost disappear.

Perhaps it's Time for Something Good

The frost‘s been biting harder

These last few days

The season shows it‘s anger

In this way.

At times, the shroud of darkness

Seems too thick to pierce with light

It seems that we must harness

What strength we find inside

And walking seems impossible

With this burden of snow

The sheet of ice an obstacle

That hinders us to go

So much weighs down the mood

Perhaps it‘s time for something good.

Beating a Dead Horse

Here's to every story
we will never make
to those glossy sounds
that give way
to the break
Cross your fingers
close your eyes
Unmake
There is nothing
stopping you
so don't wait
I have dug my nails in
too many ways
And my teeth have grated
your skin
I have picked apart
all the separate parts
And drawn the music out
as my bitter reward
So here's to every story
we will never make
to those glossy sounds
swallowed up by the break