1. Personal Stuff.

    Untitled.

    You, 
    You change people.
    People aren’t the same after you.
    You get a hold of them, rip them, and tear them apart. 
    You get deep into their soul and take it.
    You drain people of everything they are.
    I can’t figure you out.

    You take over the body, leaving people without any control.
    Your power is unbearable.
    You never leave, once you have your hold you are there forever.
    Your grip is the strongest of them all.
    I wish I could figure you out.

    You make people feel every emotion.
    You have your highs and your lows.
    You are one of the most hated and also one of the most loved.
    You confuse people.
    You ruin people.
    I wonder if I will ever figure you out.

    You are the ugliest in all the world.
    You do whatever you can to make people weak, making it impossible to beat you.
    Many try but no one will ever be able to destroy you.
    One day I will figure you out.

    But, for today I will just call you addiction.

    Untitled two. 
    Is this really it
    the loss of innocence has come
    Reality is all there is
    The world has been lost
    The inspiration is gone
    Where did it go
    What is there to chase
    What is there to believe
    Say goodbye to innocence
    Goodbye to imagination
    Hope and pray 
    To a god I don’t believe in
    That one day it may be found
    Innocence will be restored
    And art will be reborn.

    Untitled three.
    A tear hits the paper
    We stay inside where its safer
    The goose bumps stay
    in the cold we lay
    The air in the room
    Its filled with doom
    Close your eyes tight
    Don’t open or you’ll see the light
    Our bodies shake
    Do anything not to awake
    Ours mouths so dry
    On the open floor we lye
    the noises we hear
    Hold me close dear
    When the morning comes
    We add up to the sums
    Before we know it the day is done
    It has come and gone
    Quickly we are back to when
    We lay on the floor again


    Untitled Four.
    We are the killers
    The murderers
    We all take part 
    From the end all the way back to the start
    Cold souls we carry
    We cry over the lost
    Those who couldn’t take it anymore
    Dry your eyes dear
    You are to blame
    Live in shame
    For we, society are the ones at fault.

    Untitled five
    The bottles on the floor
    The bra hanging on the door

    In bed we lay
    You say come on baby, stay

    We think back to the night before
    Thinking the next time we can score

    We start to crave it
    Go out anywhere we can find a hit

    We dream of the days we stop
    But then we see our precious crop

    Then came the day
    The drug took our love away

    The lack of glory
    To the conclusion of an addicts love story

    Untitled Six
    Look in the mirror and see
    What you have become to be
    Are your eyes clear
    Or are they clouded with fear
    Is your nose ready to smell 
    Or is that clouded as well
    Are you lips ready to speak 
    Or are you too weak
    Are your ears ready to hear 
    Or do you feel like you want to disappear
    Do you want to be what you see.

    Untitled Seven; Patti and Robert.
    My first night alone
    Feeling cold as stone

    I cross the cold floor
    Making my way to your door

    You ask what took so long
    With you I know is where I belong

    In bed we lay
    I knew with you is where I wanted to stay

    Your skin against mine
    Your chest pressed on my spine

    We would not always be one
    But our love would never be done

    Only time would tell
    Our story at the Chelsea hotel

    Untitled Eight
    Here we are
    Standing in this empty space
    I know this won’t get far
    This used to be our place
    Neither one of us making a sound
    Our eyes glued together
    There is nothing to be found
    A bird not missing a feather
    A tear fell from my eye
    A tear fell from yours
    This is where we say goodbye
    We will go through out separate doors
    For a second I think
    Maybe we made a mistake
    Blink
    This is heart ache
    I turn to walk away
    You do the same
    In the room our feeling would stay
    Till the day they burn in flame

    Untitled Nine
    The mood it set
    You were the winner of the bet
    You got the girl
    You wanna take her for a whirl
    The stairs creek as you lead her upstairs
    Avoiding all the glares
    Entering into doom
    Chaos takes over the room
    Her body motionless
    The room becoming a mess
    You ignore her scream
    She closes her eyes hoping its just a dream
    The falling of your crown
    As the door comes down
    You aren’t the king anymore
    The ending of the war
    I hope you feel shame
    For you won the party game