Bad Poetry

I used to think myself a patchwork mess one day id stitch myself together that just one more lyric and one more line and I would be just fine that I wasn't that broken I wasn't to far gone then I found you And with each breath With each word I'm a little more each moment we spend each kiss we exchange is a piece of me interchanged each of your lyrics and all of your lines pulling me the patchwork mess together I was a patchwork doll love with some of my pieces missing And with each pull of your lyrical needle And each stitch of your rythmical string chorus by chorus And piece by piece I give it all to you this patchwork mess And you my dear know the rest

I was ready to die today and then I took off my shirt. I couldn't find the end today I got on a bike to small and I ran. I had nowhere to go I had no one to see But He drove me to his house I got off the bike With my shirt off And laid in his yard A man came and asked about me I lied and he left Laying there in the grass With no shirt There was no end Then the man said to me You're going to make people stop I got on the bike again And rode to another of his homes Here I sat on concrete steps No shirt And we spoke No one stopped this time To ask about me Many walked by and stared at the guy with no shirt Sitting on the steps Sweating and breathing heavy And then I thought I would ask myself if I was ok So I got on the too small bike With no shirt And ran

What is it that drives men to madness? For one inflicted such as myself This questions comes quite often. It is madness that drove vangogh. It is madness that guided Poe. It is madness that dictates my life. Chaos abounds in all places Driving us to seek order and justice But this drive is in its own madness. Logic and thinking only got me so far. I prefer to leap from the top And ignore that I will fall . Madness is what keeps this world And it is madness that will destroy. It is madness that you find happiness. It is madness that I have jumped. It was madness that I fell But it is in God that i shall rise. It is in God that we shall rise. What is madness? Except man trying to see God's will.

Run run as fast as you can Because the wolves are coming They are coming for you they are coming for me and they Are coming for him The wolves are coming and they Are hungry So you must be hungrier They are quick So you must be quicker Run run as fast as you can So that one day The wolves will run from us

We live to be free But we are not free to live We think therefore we are But if we think we can't be free So if we think we should not live And if we do not live we aren't And if we aren't living we are free So if we are free then we must live But if we live then we are We are therefore we think But we live to be free We are not free to live Life is confusing

If thou telleth the truth then lie thyself upon my bed For this bed shall separate the lies from ones bones and reveal the vicera of truth It is upon this bed that when men and women doth lie that they quickly find religion which that they previously forsook For upon this bed all deception is evicerated to reveal ones soft meats and so are their true character So if thou doth persist with your vile accusations after lying upon my bed Remember it tis I who sleeps upon this bed of thorns every night For I the Devil Twas once a rose

I never want to say goodbye to you But I always want to leave Because when I leave For just a moment I think You want me to stay I'm left wondering if I should kiss you To cross this thin divide To reach out for your breath on my lips I love every moment I spend with you And I wish they'd never end But I always want to leave Because in that moment I think you feel the same ~ this girl drives me fucking bonkers but I always wonder if when I say good bye if we should kiss I spent two hours talking to her tonight before I left and now she's all I can think about, as always I'm to scared to make the move because we are such freaking good friends

It's easy to say I'm alright When you're all gathered round Never been much for acting But Leo would be proud I can't help but have this feeling That I'm just not meant to be The sick joke of some cosmic being I want to end it all tonight There's no reason left to fight But the show must go on

I do it to myself Every single time Even when everything is going well I feel like I'm in hell By my own design I take everything for granted And regreat it to the end

I tried to sow you back together But you wanted to stay broken I thought you had something missing But I realized you're all there I was hoping to give a piece of me To you to treasure forever after I dug down into the bin of sin Gave you every piece I had And still not good enough I learned the pattern of your stitching And realized you were through I pricked myself for fear of dreaming And realized it was true I've sacrificed my hands for you Trying to make you new Now the the blood is running through I had hopes to fix you doll But there's nothing I could do I gave so much of me to you Now I've got nothing left I'm sitting here waiting for someone like me To come around and fix me like I tried to do for you So from me the patchwork mess Too you the unfixed stuffed dog Fuck you because now I'm fucked to

~truth like Beauty is in the eye of the beholder and in you there is nothing to be beheld

~ Wish you were as funny as you were a dick

~ division is hard so quit doing it