They'll tell you what you want to hear. They'll whisper it into your tears. Wash away, wash away the dirt with your faith. Jump into my veins the way I jumped into yours, but I never told you to stay. You say that you miss me, but you killed that me and now all you have is this me. Will you go on missing me? Will you accept this me? Because I'm the only me I've got until something else comes along and changes this me. In chains with a man named misery. We'll dance in the encroaching storm, wrapped in parole. Your gift to me feels empty. I feel empty. Without an altar. Without a pillar. I feel naked. This is mine. No one elses. Paint the edges and leave a vague impression of what you meant to say. If you speak without the filters--the world would collapse at the sight of the cruelty that is in your heart. I'm a cruel man but that's all I know how to be. That's all that I chose to learn from life is to be cruel. I don't want to feel. I don't want to trust. I'm sorry that I'm a creep. I'm sorry that I am not poetry. I am prose--the cruelest kind.

Out of the sky he comes crashing. What I might have been without these scars. Faith. He returns to finish the life he started. There is no place he can call sanctuary. Nowhere is safe. Into his veins, the sickness spreads. I taught you to think, now all you have to do is act. Keep pushing me away to show me how much you care. I can't heal you. I can't heal me. Deal me in. A short life and field of streams. Merrilly, the movie ends. Take me. Take me. It's alright that you messed up because we're just human, but don't expect me to smile about it.

A consequence for all those people you forgot to think about. For all those people you forgot to draw in. Their smiles upside down. Quality gone wrong. Production all wrong. Your dirges are off tempo. Too animated. Dyslexic imagery. I'm sorry about the way things turned out, but this is all I have to show you for the time that you payed me for. Does not amount to much but I'm trying. Certainly you can overlook that I've come back damaged. It will heal itself--at least that's what I've been told. Now you want me to look, well I don't want to now because I know what you are. I knew how you are, I just didn't want to believe that you were like everybody else. Now look into my eyes. This is not my planet. This is not my world. This is not my universe. So what am I doing here? Not that I'm complaining. I just want to know what I am doing here so I can do it and kill the beast that lives inside of me. It has not been fed. Float away from the poison that won't let you dream the dreams you love to dream. You took every last dime of the empathy I had saved up for retirement. You'll have to look at those children and tell them what happenned when I die because I won't care enough to write it in my will. I am apathy man, but you know that's a lie. You know what's in my heart and I hate you for knowing me so well. I hate you for not letting me hate you. I don't want you to go. That's why it's so hard being me these days. I want you to heal me, but no one can heal me just like no one can heal you. I want things to not look so gray. I want to forget. I want to erase but I can't as long as I feel like killing. Heaven won't want me because I make it rain too much. Heaven won't want all of the people I've slaughtered in my dreams. Heaven won't want my thoughts infecting its water. She's lovesick for the lover that never returned, but that's not how it happened. They've got him on trial for not living his life right. I don't have people, just a head full of voices and another one that shouts back. There are creases where I used to keep my smiles. I am barely breathing. Return me to my planet. Look the other way and just leave me there. I am the broken prophet.