PsydewaysTears

Here, have a bundle of Beheaded white roses. Find out what the secret That my heart bestows is. You're welcome to examine The world of my bedroom, You'll notice that the teardrops Are always in full bloom. And maybe! You'll see! What life is like to be... Me... Shuffle through piles Of words once forgotten: Like suffer and pricker And so misbegotten. Dust away crannies of Cobwebbed desires, And sniff the old scents of Stale pit-bulls and liars. And maybe! You'll see! What life is like to be... Me... Well, snip my toes And prep my vase... It slits my throat Despite my face! But that's not who I a

Little girls are drawing the word "Loveliness" Up and down the sides of their faces But I rather doubt they've even met the poor old thing. I went to visit her the other day In the old folks home for forgotten faeries. She can't speak anymore But her eyes still twinkle just as gloriously as ever. I shut off the soap opera on her television And knelt beside her bed. She held out her shaking hand And I clasped mine around her fragile little fingers. I reassured her that we hadn't all forgotten about her And that she still did exist in some things But I think she knew deep down That I was full of shit. I didn't want to lie to her

Just close your eyes and make a wish for me. Unleash the dormant powers up your sleeve. Make sure you make me wondrous as can be. I'll be the greatest man you can perceive. Wish for a hand to hold on stormy nights. Wish for a smile to light the darkened streets. Wish that my eyes beheld breathtaking sights. Wish that my tongue would taste like sug'ry sweets. I'll be that man who's there when you're in need, Whenever there's a whim you deem fulfilled. I'll be that man who pleases you indeed, Keeping you gay and charmed and loved and thrilled. And rest assured I'll find you through the mist. (-since-) It's only in your mind that I

There must be someone wond'rin'— Wond'rin' just as hard as I, "What is the blinking presence That lies on the other side?" There must be someone askin'— Askin' "Who?" and "Where?" and "Why?", "What could have locked itself inside? Why must it have to hide?" There must be someone thinkin'— Thinkin' with a hungry eye, "The light, the lure, the wonder Is to much for me to bide!" Hand on handle— Heart on pause— Squeaking hinges Sound applause. And there was someone wond'rin'— Wond'rin' just as I had thought. And there was someone askin'— Askin' all that I had not. There was a person lookin'— Lookin' out as I l

Acid from your blowhole Stains my velvet pillow Every time you open your mouth. I can smell it as I'm sleeping— Asleep to your questions— Asking me how much I love you. So I squish my fingers together So that I ooze out small drips of satisfaction— Someone else's satisfaction. It's the sandpaper on your tongue That tastes like forgetfulness That has smoothed my diligence Down into complacentness. Maybe yesterday wasn't as lonely As tomorrow's shaping up to be..... Or maybe yesterday and tomorrow are both giggling at me Behind my back... Because I'm stuck here With you.

Find me, Finding you tonight. Grind me, Grind with all your might. Make me, Make it all alright. Take me, Take it all away. Thrill me, Thrill me as I sway. Kill me, Kill me now today! Kiss me, Kissing you goodbye. Miss me, Miss me when I die. Heal me, Heal me when I cry. Steal me, Steal my fitted glove. Fill me, Fill me with your love. Kill me, Kill me from above! Lift me, Lift away the clouds. Shift me, Shift me in your shrouds. Save me, Save me from the crowds. Wave me Wave your last "hello". Will me, Will me as I go. Kill me— Just don't do it slow...