The Little Man Who Wasn't There

Yesterday, upon the stair,
I met a man who wasn’t there
He wasn’t there again today
I wish, I wish he’d go away...

When I came home last night at three
The man was waiting there for me
But when I looked around the hall
I couldn’t see him there at all!
Go away, go away, don’t you come back any more!
Go away, go away, and please don’t slam the door... (slam!)

Last night I saw upon the stair
A little man who wasn’t there
He wasn’t there again today
Oh, how I wish he’d go away.

Faith

Although I may not be the man some girls think of as handsome sometimes I need someone to make me believe.

Alive

I'm alive I'm alive I'm alive... Am I?

I Can't

I can't go outside 'cause I'm scared that I may not make it home

Why?

Mama mama mama mama why am I so alone?

Felon

when your life is forever defined by a single action it changes time. It feels like a thousand years ago in my body but in my mind...it feels like it happened yesterday. You know that feeling when you come home and see your wife and kid? Try to imagine the unimaginable. When I came home and saw them lying there...exposed. Covered in blood. My little Maria's broken legs were spread so far apart...they dislocated her hips. She was 7 years old. I wanted those two...punks...to experience what I did. I wanted them to know the unimaginable, and I gave them that. I killed every member of their families. Their bloodline wiped clean. I took their madness. I purified it. Before I killed them, they knew that loss.

John Smith.

Perception vs Reality

She said, did you think that you were dreaming?. I said, No. She said, did you think that you were dreaming?. I said, No. She said, did you think that you were dreaming? and I said sometimes I don't know.

was it real or was I dreaming? sometimes I dont know.

was it real or was I dreaming? it's so hard to tell.

All

All that I feel for or trust in or or love...All that is gone

Cure me

The cure's music evokes everything that’s beautiful and sad about life

December 14th

I’m a 13 years old skinny girl victim of a sex crime, I’m a 42 years old fat man laying on my couch all day watching TV with hair on my back and beers on my lap, I’m feet, I’m huge ugly smelly feet with gross long toe nails.
I embody all the stereotypes I want to break away from, I’m recycled pieces of over quoted phrases, "I’m rainbows and butterflies". I’m the subdued child of the copy-paste generation, I’m body odour, I’m sweat and shit and fart and piss.
I’m uncomfortable little moments around once-known people.
I’m judgementalism, I’m rejection, I’m shame.
I’m failure, I’m cowardly, I’m silence.
I’m discomfort, I’m embarrassment, I’m noise.