[twisted]
im laying out on the pavement
-sobbing.
i cry because i know why
i cannot feel my legs
i see the lights go down
& then
i dont see anything
or feel anything
anymore...

a funny thing - that while we bleed
our hearts go on pumping.
such an act of rebellion
thats just smothered in irony:
that thing which keeps our bodies
functioning
could twist so fatally

[ the cool, utter silence ]
im dining on moments
my past, pictured perfectly
drink more than i should, but
what the fuck do you want from me?!
the future is opening
& i dont want to say anything
but my heart still has a thing for
that face!?!
its starting to show now, i think
the point precieved repugnantly
so, yeah
i'll have another drink,
i do believe
& when i am finished with it
then
i'll just have to see what i think.

[recovery]
i thought we had a chance but
it all fell apart
by those sudden, subtle movements of our
hearts
kiss the memory inside my brain
and hope that some day
you'll come 'round again

what the fuck am i to believe?
one says one thing
the other another
thing.
how can i tell who speaks
the truth
and who is lying
to me?
everyone's so hung up on truth
but the truth is how you see it.

already the main points are there...
love, trust, respect.
neither one has any foolish ideas
concerning these.
we both feel these are the important
things.
we are everything but in name
and how its viewed.
but maybe thats best left
as it is
could the end lie simply
in a name?