It's the last dance as the walls are crumbling around you...It is your WORLD. It is everything that ever meant anything to you, anything that ever will mean anything to you. It is the broken heart, the spilt tear, the pounding mind. It is You. Crushed mind, torn body, and unpure soul.

A single glance of hers is more melting then sleep and death...

Couldnt sleep last night, this is all that came out. My body was DEAD tired my mind wouldnt rest... i kept waking up every five minutes to scribble something down that ultimately always sounded better in my head.

There once was a man,
i knew him well
who thought hell was heaven
and heaven was hell.
One day he went to the grocers
and bought himself a jug of gasoline and a bottle of wine.
Burnt himself to death that day, no one else knew why.
In a note he wrote to me, he said:
All the books of God told me
that suicide was the way to Hell,
So dont worry im smiling,
as the flames lick my skin,
the flowers of Hell are waiting for me,
come, join me for a drink.

Im good looking - in fact - im probably HOT.
Im smart, intelligent, in fact i may even be a genius.
Im short - but im LONG so that pretty much makes up for it.
Im overweight because its convienient.
I can play six different instruments and sing a decent tune.
Im a virgin, by choice.
Im never unhappy, hell i smile all the time.
And i tell myself all this,
because it makes me understand the futility of it all.
LOOKS
BRAINS
SEX
TALENTS
FEELINGS
LIFE.

As God was rolling the dice one day, to see what next he had in store for me,
I walked up to God and said wait just a second motherfucker -
You cant just keep rolling the dice and playing my unlucky life like a game of chance.
So you know what im gonna do?
Im gonna take these dice and shove em up my ass -
shove em hard shove em deep,
shit them out and then we'll see
what the numbers say for you,
My Lord...
My Savior...
My Gambler in the Sky...

Sotally Tober

Starkle, starkle little twink
Who the hell you are I think
I'm not under what you call
The alcho-fluence of inco-hol
I'm just a little slort on sheep
I'm not drunk like thinkle peep
I don't know who me yet
But the drunker I stand here the longer I get
Just give me one more drink to fill my cup
'Cause I got all day sober to sunday up.

- Ali Izhar

Miles and Miles of perfect skin, i think i swear id fit right in,
Miles and Miles of perfect Sin, i swear i think id fit right in.


A Heavens Demise

Perfect insanity
lodged in my throat
wont let me breathe
wont let me scream.
Disengage the handles
that hold me down
remove the images
that tempt my mind.
Skin searing
Flesh.
Eyelashes long,
Breath.
Rip me open,
tear me wide,
swallow deap,
as i drown inside.
Blind my memories,
Blind my eyes,
as i tell you the story,
of a heavens demise.

And ill never be able to close my eyes,
and is anything really worth this pain inside?
So hand me the gun and step away,
no need to worry, tomorrows not another day.