Thoughts on him.

Intentions are just just broken promises dressed up.

Criminal Mind

I have been working with this idea and changing it for months. I really don't know what I want from it, but hell here it is for the first time.

I know you wanted so hard

just to provide.

Just all I ask of you

is that you calm your criminal mind.

We don't have to lie cheat and steal to get by.

Just calm your criminal mind.

I know its all weve known and its the easiest way.

In the end this life only leads to darker and darker days.

While we got lost in a forest of your

intentions.

Your intentions which revealed themselves

as not so innocent lies.

Just calm your criminal mind

I know baby you wanted so bad to provide...

And while I’m shaking sick and scared

It will be alright
I know you hate for it to be like this

Just calm your criminal mind

And we use and we use

And weve used it all up

the exits seem blocked by dark figures

but the night is misleading.

We can get out just close your eyes

and push through.

Now thatI have discovered

I am trying to figure out whats wrong with me. I want to be fixed. More than anything in the entire world. I am speechless.

the noises and smells of a home

Sometimes I secretly want a baby. Not that I would act on it, its just a weird urge to have a family...will elaborate later.

The Acid Truth

The truth is baby
your not going to make it.
The truth is I've lost the truth in my fear.

My selfishness gaurds nothing
but my fear.

I've lost myself in my lonliness.
The truth is...
The truth is...

The truth is a fossil to me.

The truth is an intangible
dream
freedom
The truth is baby

the truth doesn't always make life softer.
Or warm you like a winter coat.

The truth is, the truth hurts.
A stinging pain that seems it will never stop.
Like your flesh is being ripped off.
This is why people avoid the truest of truths.

The truth is I want to touch the truth.
The truth is I want to see it.

The truth is my head above water,
my head above water...

The truth is a song I cannot sing.

The truth is I am tired of being burned down.

The truth is your not going to make it.
The truth is I'm a tornado.

The truth is I set the fires that burn me down.

I set the fires that burn me down...

A Million Poppies...

It will never go away.
Ever ever ever.

It takes time but the wound never heals.

The thought of it makes me sick, I focus on the sick feeling. I focus so hard on trying to get rid of the thoughts. Then that focus turns on me and I remember something that always made me forget problems.
I don't make excuses for my actions.

90 percent dont make it out.