squeaker2121

If you think love turns the world around your eyes have been sealed shut. If you think music keeps the world spinning your ears have been deafened. Hate spins the world. Fear makes it turn. And pain keeps the balance. Do not lose the darkness. Open your eyes and clear your ears. Drop you instruments and cast your lover aside. The world must turn. The world must spin.

We are the fiends of the opium den

For so many years, he sat behind glass Longingly watching the people pass; Their empty eyes saturated with greed, Fighting for things that they don't really need. "That suite is exquisite," "Just look at that tie," "If I can't have that wristwatch, I'd rather just die." The clothes off his back they took for themself, To purchase a delusional personal wealth. As they tore his frame bare, stripped naked to see, He cried to himself, "Why don't they want me?"

Georgie Porgie threw an orgy      just outside L.A., where Jack Be Nimble grabbed his thimble,      outing him as gay... Little Jack Horner bought Time Warner      before the bubble burst, though Jumping Jack Flash saw the crash      and liquidated first... Jack said Jill was taking the Pill      to ward off impregnation; the Three Blind Mice have lobbied twice      for victim's compensation... Little Miss Muffet had her tuffet      liposuctioned out, and L

I see everything through broken eyes My life a crazed confusion Not sure how I should feel Is this the solution? Maybe this is wrong Maybe it's too soon My head spins And you make me swoon I've changed a lot This has too But one thing's for sure I love you

      The glass was empty. Or maybe it was full. In the end it's too far for me to reach. I sigh, stretch and roll over. Glancing at the clock I see that it's not quite 6:00 am yet and figure I have a good ten minutes to pretend that I'm going to get back to sleep before my alarm goes off and that I'll wake up refreshed. I snort to myself lightly knowing that I'm both fooling myself and making it harder for me to get up in the end. I struggle with the sheets just enough to roll myself out of bed. I make sure the alarm won't go off after I actually go so far as to drag my body piece by piece from under the warm depths of my sheets. The cold of

Lost What can I say for you, my dear friend? Other than I miss you, the words escape my head. Many tears they were shed for you Tears for the lost life, it's true. Tears for my lost baby But maybe, maybe I'll find you one day In a faraway place. Maybe at that 'Rainbow Bridge' I heard of I hope you're there, my love. Though that's some time away, I can't start to despair Because I know you're still there. There's a spot in my soul, reserved just for you And it'll never be filled, not by anyone new I still can't believe how quickly you left me You were so full of life and the next day you were so weak. Your lovely white fur, wi