Canvas

You wrapped yourself in mirrors
You wrapped yourself in mirrors.

the bathroom wasn't enough
for your features to be exposed
to the only one of import
to the fucking princess of the world

you try to transform your passionless existence
by drowning in your lipstick
feverish you sheathe it like a sword
like you're a heroin of a cause
but it's just another form of heroine
kept just outside your jaws
you realise it's a vapid form of self-expression
but you do it anyway
because how else can you say
"I could be beautiful
with my blank canvas
paint me every shade of grey
paint me every shade of grey"

Church (Join Our Community)

Let the monotony of the mirror wash over you
and fog it up with steam
drop that existentialism and come with me
in one noxious stroke, I'll kill every thought inside of you
supplant my own idyllistic dreams
lie to you, and steal your individuality

just please ignore the man behind the curtain and the strings around your limbs
in fact, just close your eyes let my shine through your lids
as the only thing that's right
Join our community!
It doesn't take much, maybe a little money
Fuck it! Give me everything you have
and watch my bloated, bubbling, bursting heart grow
It's from love
but love has a price.

I'm not coveting
I'm demanding.
It isn't wrong
Because it's sharing
...one way.

(hah, I see your body twitch)
It's perfectly natural for every part of you to try to escape this room
because at first this seems perveser
because you just haven't learned to leave your brain at the door

Synchronous reactions from the automatons in the pews
Everyone speaks on cue
This is perfection.
This is perfection.
This is perfect bullshit.
And you will believe it.
I love religions and the discussion that goes along with it. The thought and thoughtfulness that stems from search. There is a definite holism to the world and it's stunningly beautiful. I, however, cannot stand what organizations do to destroy every potentially wonderful idea.

Bury me with plastic

Bury me with plastic
everlasting
tragically exposed
incinerate me and hide the ashes
let no one know
or let the bugs chew through my bones

What?
Is death not on the menu
but I’ve even got a venue
Somewhere fitting for my resting.
sitting just off the edge of the world
shining lights from the cities
singing with hues of beauty
for us to ignore
but there
it populates the skies
treating everything with
the overwheming desire to exist
If I were to die
there’d be no better place than this

Neophobia

Dripping columns growing downward reaching out for the unknown
terrorizing the eyes within my mind, closing in
the months are scales they choose to climb one by one
to design a bed of knives in the skies
mesmerized , I become enclosed in time
but somehow they're mine;
So I can't stand to see them go

Below I see them mirrored
as if above
was not enough they flow down river
repeated in the darkness
cities distant, in an instant, shadowed by my towers
in their presence, I'm diminished