This is a 44. caliber love letter straight from my heart!

I'm softer than
a thrift store sweater
and twice as worn in.

Daytime.
Twilight.
Pitch Black.
Night Light!

Freedom wear your scars of desire!

Boring cliched
self-destruction.

Sometimes I fear the night.

This is a love song.
Deal with it!

Take this blood from my veins.
And paint me a masterpiece
of a parade.

You claimed to be the one
Who would bring down the stars.

I want you to ruin me.

Let's redefine
what it means to heal!

My words won't heal you now.

I will play until
the sky is black.

There was always
warmth between us.

We don't fear these machines.

This is a violation.

Anxiety chokes me
like razor wire.

We won't forget that girl possessed.

Watch Out!

Your dead fad
is a disaster

And when you dance, dance
like there's no one watching you.

And my heart feels sick
and it hurts when I speak.
This is not what I hoped for.

Are you pretending that your heart's in the right place?

Every step I take I leave a small piece
Of myself behind.
Soon there will be nothing left.

I'll strike a match and burn away
Every tie that binds me to this place.

Poor little tin man, still swinging his axe,
even though his joints are clogged with rust.

We are the sound.
We don't belong.
So raise up your hands.
And sing along.

I want you to burn first.

Please tell me that this is the end of the world.

We've got a crisis on our hands!

Some people love to play the victim.

You shouldn't have to fight alone
It's nobody's battle but your own.