Home in the valley

Running to a distance
running for what
anywhere I go
it wouldn't be called home.

You wouldn't be there and my heart will have to beat alone and that's fine too but I'd like to think we have many years to go. 

What am I doing calling you a friend
I'm miserable and miss-spoken 
and here you love me yet.

I wish I was seven
so you wouldn't have met me
because if I fucked up your life
your mother would hate me.

Flames

I see the World like a shooting star
but it does not go far,
burned up all the light
the wish might not get to fall hard.

Black widow babies
they’re chasing after me, after me.

Why are you smiling?
That’s your name written on the grave.

Black widow babies
don’t slide across the fluid water.
It’s poisoning that 
this house has fallen apart again.

Black widow babies
run outside before the flames,
run to our neighbors. 

Jenny never cleans anyway.

Self Control

Annoyed of self control, too controlled by the insane.

Defined by our people then more than just the chemicals changed.

I saw the anger in your mind that despised all the rest.

Is she a refused realization of a portrait of the young world with a crooked mind?

Like, she the world plays innocent to pass the time and what she lost is sent to no return.

Accept the only thing that lingers is her annoyance of what is self control.

Moonlight Glow

I bathe in the moonlight only to soak in the night glow.
My skin shines with the stars but I have to remain unknown.
(I can see the fields below) 
The wind has died down and the birds have gone home.
I'm in my shower looking out from the tall window of my black tower.
My body flows in the waves that the speaker plays.
As the water drips to the beats of the words to be sang.

Hope Breeds Eternal Misery

Hope breeds eternal misery.
An unswept mystery.
Dressing up on a Saturday, not forgetting everything.
The pretty lights shine but the pretty lies stay away from me.

Nothing is more creative than destructive popularity.
Forced to fight with the new eyes can be a beautiful tragedy.
In Italy you can meet me visiting DaVinci, discussing democracy.

Dressing down on a Sunday to look into the mirror and hear what I thought I heard you say.