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I cannot begin to realize
The extent of the madness.
Not yours, not my own.
Funny how the bird
Flies so wonderfully,
Brilliant in its
So called "splendor"
Yet on occasion feels
Such desire,
To throw itself in front of
A passing vehicle,
To end the soaring,
The beauty, the life
Envied by all.
Freedom, we call the bird,
And I believe it.


One day you will
Leave me,
Like none other has,
Alone, bereft, so
Badly beaten I
Cannot move.

The sadness of your
It will mangle me
Into a mass of nothing,
A heap of everything,
We have become.

One day you will
Leave me,
Like no one else ever can.
My torment will be
Forever unbearable
For as long as I have lived,
When you've gone
I have gone also.
So when you die,
Soon, I will follow.


Ever get the feeling
My friend,
That you and I,
Me and you, we
Are truly pitiful?

Apart that seems
So wrong, strange,
Unnatural. Together
Why, together it
Seems it is the only
Way to be.

Why is that? I do
Not know, but with you,
Being pitiful is
Most magnificent.


Close my eyes for just
A moment...
What do I see?
So many words I can't
Remember what they were,
Once my eyes open.
Flashes of this, that
This and that,
Mostly things that
Have never been,
And dreams of what
They could be.
Faded, dull, nothings.
Nothing, faded, dulls.
Life is some miracle.
Which day will kill me?
I know only that I
Will snap,
Break like a twig,
Then, why then of course,
That will be MY day
To begin anew...


Screaming! Goddamnit!
Stop screaming!
How MANY times-
What? What????
What the HELL are
You talking about?

Where? I don't know
Put your shit up-
No! I said NO! Fuck.
Do it anyway!
Jesus Christ God
Almighty you're
Driving me-

Stop screaming!!!

I'm asking you to