Internal breathing. Single nightmares. Taking a wish and making it sink. Turmoil beyond turmoil. You want me to understand what makes me when I have no clue what made me. I can drop you hints but I am just as blind as you. Artless mistakes. Genuine suffering. Islands of dissonance.

If I could I would. Stop the discretion and strangle the dust with your innocence. Withholding songs for your own good. Try so hard that you fail and start selling real estate on the corner. Free enterprise fantasies. As a temple crumbles. Crumpled dreams. Severed segues. Create delight with separation anxiety. Little minds floating in large ponds. Save nothing for the onslaught. Repair indignity with crushed roses and a dejected stare. Instill stillness.

Put my faith back together. Put my trust back together--then sail me my down that fucking river of Lethe and watch me dissapear. Forget about me. I'm sure it won't be hard. I'm sure you'll remember how. Pardon me if I sound bitter but it's hard to smile with this knife stuck in my back.

His gun goes off in the dark.

I've got a bomb in my head.

Destroyed his God, but he came prepared. All the world's poetry got sick and died inside of him. He stands on street corners coughing up alliteration and metaphors while fiction throws change at him on the way to work.

Turned abuser. Built a shrine. Burn your fevers. Said she just wanted to forget. Which one will bury me? Fiction ends the pestilence. Compromise conformity and let her know how much she hurt you when she through your heart into the sun. Prophets and lovers. Calming waters drown his apathy. Got to learn to feel. Forgot to wear a costume. I miss. What she took away when she took my heart. Peeling. Layers of gasoline and mint off of his swollen eyes. He has lost his vision. Always from the sides until the pillar crumbles. Always from inside until the walls--they start leaking. You are not royalty. You are disloyalty. Trampled and not breathing.

My latest addiction spilled into an empty field where the flowers all die and the guardsmen wear name tags. Mysteries unresolved. Throbbing pain in his ego. Dissasociate yourself from the rain. Guilty of harboring bootleg fabric and minerals. Exploit exploits.

Did I say outloud that I am not impressed? Sing me a song that will make my ears bleed. Have a tendency to doubt. Have a voice in my head that I cannot put out no matter how hard I try. The rocking chair only rocks so far before sinking into the ground and being covered with dirt. Spectacle spectators roaming your mind with a magnifying glass. They are dissapointed with all of the deep thoughts you had concerning their actions. Breathe no easier, because they will cripple you the minute they get the chance. Our only hope is not God, but a man that lives under the bridge in the land that you helped burn to the ground. All except for that solitary bridge that connects that continent to ours. Help him help you manufacture lies and maybe the two of you can get away with it and have a good laugh about it when you are old, decaying and out of ideas. Love no one that cannot steal.

Bent on dreaming. He can't build back what he destroyed. The wind uncovers a sultry mind. Weaves in and out until a storm erases it all. There is a crown in the corner of your destruction. Parade your dissatisfaction on the street. Floating by your misery--the leaves all start to fall. What warrants the plague in your heart? I can't stop dreaming. I can't stop screaming. This is the place where we suffocate. A mass death. A river of sadness. When you say that you understand the consequences, clouds fall. Fulfill nothing. Knock down the visions and sit among the shattered glass contemplating your next move. Salvation is lost on the highway and your tears will not heal one solitary thing.

Skin the animal that killed the boy's father. Build an altar to your tears. He can run but it won't take him where he wants to go. Your ultraviolet dreams did nothing to affect my solid steel skin. Recover the loss, uncover the trauma. Will you love me when I am crazy? Do you love me now that I am crazy? Jumping off the edge of consciousness he regrets not having strangled more people for breaking the rules set into effect by screaming children at the edge of the highway. Your misery is alive today--I can hear it coming up the road.

Irresponsible love dialogue on a rainy day while the sun has fits and devours the moon. I can't justify the things that you put to rest when you killed the rest. Five attempts to clear the air with your hate bomb and a can of spray paint, but it never worked. There will be a next time, but there won't be a next crime. Falling to pieces in the garden of your recovery.

One more reason to stop breathing. I can't stop myself from not healing. Peace, pain, poverty. American crippling. Blame me for having a will. Hang me for being me. Misguided sadness. Destroy what I am because I am not what you want. Cripple my will. Plead with the judges. Judge.