The animals have come to play and the humans have all been drugged. They came at dawn as the sky dissolved and I was forced to see through my third eye.

I'm sorry that you choked on your own hate, and that I watched from two miles away through a telescope--and was compelled to do nothing.

Sanctuary from my thoughts is what I seek.

I keep seeing you in my dreams. Are you dreaming of me as well, or am i just as foolish as I ever was?

You broke something in me, and we both know I'll never be the same again. Is that bad? Or is it what you had planned all along?

I am your passenger, but don't ever forget that I have a bomb for a heart.

Filtered dreams and cigarettes. You are swelling from all of the lies you told. You are swelling because you miss me, . . . I just wish you could realize how much I still need to hear that.

Stretch the truth. Make the truth truculent. Tell it to run deep into the woods, and never look back. Tell it what a demon I am. How I will unveil it and tear its face off until I can sleep again. I will tear until all of the toxins from your lies leave my system and I am nothing but a shell again . . . but I have a plan this time.

What is it that I should mourn?

These sober thoughts have got me down. I like it when I cannot feel. There are helpers on the way with bags full of pills and liquid--viscous liquid. We will pour it down the mountain and form a lake of hate. It will repel the tourists and we'll have the advantage when the hoards charge from the east.

I've wasted patiently, but now I'm tired of waiting. You should have gone, . . .

Break the hand that shatters. A summit. A place for people of all ages. We sent you the transcripts, but they've been eaten by a bear. Or a man in a bear suit. We have no further information at this time. Please check your coat at the door. And check the door while you are there. And did you pick up the dry cleaning? The boss is getting mad. He is sleeping right now. So you'd better go. Did you forget the code? Just have them scan your brain. And then your retina. And then fill out the form. And donate your body to science. The museum. So people can joke about your existence. It will be wonderful. "Flawless."

I hopped onto the streetcar, and met a girl named Repulsion. Not an amicable type, which was alright, because I wasn't in the mood to talk anyway. I needed a carrier. I implanted the data in her skull and threw her off of the car. The car travelled until sundown, and stopped abruptly when the bats arrived. I fought my way out with an axe.

Throwing bombs into his heart is the only thing she ever loved. She etched her initials on his soul, and now he can't stop vomiting. He has her plague. She whispers nothing in his ear. He struggles to listen before realizing that it was all pretend. She reemerges from the caves with a fist full of ashes. Plato is sad that she turned around and ran. I broke all of the windows, and have been living on top of the roof for many months hoping to smother all forms of meditation until the world tacitly agrees on a punishment. The list was sent earlier, but was rejected by the elders. We will wait until all passes, and then throw the ashes back in her face.

Break her hands, then break her mind . . . if you are listening. I think I had too much, but you know that, because you keep bringing the bottles. The pain subsides only when I vomit all of the lies she fed me. She is a living lie. Where did you go? And why did you take my sanity with you?

She is silence. Blossoms unfounded. Do you still think about me?

Everything has started to whither, but they can't convince me to go home. I'm waiting and waiting, and in my heart I know you won't be back . . . but still--I'll wait.

My hate in my hands. My fate as it stands. I keep fighting and wondering what you think of that.

Alone, . . . the mantra ensues and all I see is you in that white dress feeding me dreams. My mind said to run, but my heart said to pretend you were real. Your hair was so real. My fate. Your lips were so real, but now they're just a bitter memory and I'm half a man with a tattered soul still dreaming of you.

You're my worse demon, and my only true love . . . so why don't come back to life so I can die sane?