☆ i want to be meat ☆

i wanna chug down

bottles of glass now

taste of tears 

in my mouth

i wanna swallow 

the set 

of kitchen knives 

i think they'll do good 

inside my hives

now

now

please

need some company

need some release

burning in my throath

to ease

to please

something, something

to cut the feeling

of the world

rotting

kill me

kill me, please

to cut the feeling

all feeling

to cut me

are you okay?

are you okay?

yeah i'm full 

of adrenaline

i'm ecstatic 

i see a pretty vase, 

flowered cup

i want 

to ruin it

throw it down a cliff

watch its beauty shift

like i'll do to

my body

too many things 

have been done to me

i want to be meat

forget my frame

my shell

my soul

let my skin boil

☆ slave ☆

i'd like to wax on

my wings now

to feel

to see

to be

this isnt where i want to be

the future feels

like a mechnical machine

a number on a screen

documentary on TV

and i'm wondering 

which type of contestant

i will be

i want to fly far away

where i'm not sick

and roofs are blue

where i can live

and life can be true

empty faces

fake-nice voices

wrong minded 

wrong choices

this life

makes me nauseous

lost in a swirl

a swirl of endless office

nothing to offer

forever and ever

until I fall over 

i sold my life to the contract

it contracts my hours

and give me paper for the hassle

a number on the shoulder

wrap me in polyester 

and tell me its natural

they tell me to step in line

wait for my time

to not be around

stample my lips

and glue my eyes

i am a slave

to the state

i am a slave

to the rat race

to walls and fences 

i cant escape

☆ twisted truth ☆

roofs are white

maybe 

they used to be

red or green or blue

i cant trust 

my head to remember

and whenever it looks white

i feel like finding you

to hang up some flowers

or paint a pattern all through 

yet the paint wears of

rust and dust cover up

and i cannot see my intention 

and our patterns are silent

and its oh so silent

but i keep shut

hush

hush

hush

☆ everyone's favourite colour ☆

oh

to be cold

crystalized

sharp

i bled long

i cried hard

but my color 

remains in dread

my color remains red

my sparks not fled

my head not dead

though i tried

to be blue

to calculate

my way to

shallow water parks

surface marks

and shiny cars

they teach us to be

what they like to see

handy little instruments

adult proof weapons

and i tried to be 

of their use

despite my crimson blood

and rose thorns all through 

i thought commitment

and hard work

was more noble

than love

than passion 

than happiness

i listened to my father 

my mother

i digress

since they day i was born

you'd pinch my skin

color my blood

with blue thorns

to give me blue thoughts

blue horns

you gave me painting sets

and told me i was capable of it

of making my best palette

your best palette

be your favourite 

and my fingers

could be cold

if i drained my heart

sold my soul

and all around

important people

would make the same

scratchy sound

mumbling

mathematic buzzing

soulless action

eyes glued

to numbers we imagined 

for efficiency

paper we printed

and said would lead

to equality

no wonder we can't

cut deeper

when the knife 

isn't real

no wonder they

call us witches

because we see

put us in flames of red

we'll melt 

happily