bastion of the reject

puddle drums and reject rhapsodies
scorch marks poptarts and four nails



long have i waited for anything

in vain




it was always and forever the greastest endeavor made lesser by the fates


everyone believes a lost cause


would you fight for it


so piece by piecei tear myself apart
i'm the best there is at what i do, to myself



she loves me not



she loves me....




....not





not a fuckin' prayer


i fight for my lost cause, an uphill battle in a fucked war
nothin but a lose/lose situation isn't it


unless somehow i got lucky



not a fuckin' prayer



drunken ramblings of a lonely shadow
the cricket chirps
the heart sings






but nothing is heard
or is it




not a fuckin' prayer





and here i go, investigating another love sick dumbshit "poor me", frankly i'm un-amused
if i could kick my own ass

i'd be fucked raw





shine on little light

you have not my attention


i think it's about time to make that trip to the edge of the world


to look down the chasm






and dive in





perhaps i'll return
maybe i won't....i'm not too sure


there's no reason to remain


my growth is stunted
my mind is frayed
and my patience with everyone except for a few is wearing very thin

i would like to see without having my eyes sewn shut everytime after


i would like to love without being fucked in the end



that one might be toomuch to ask





drinking tears of angels. making whispers of demons screaming "i'm broken, pieces scattered remnant evolving blind, rewind, interrogate, define form sex, stab rend tear break fuck and die"

the dreams hate me




and i am in their dreams