one person, two alone, three together, four eachother

post exorcism high like when you talked the demons out of me
now they're back and they run things like they ran up my blood pressure
like i ran up the water meter on another 3 am cold shower to chill out
found i had a knack for pain so i carved me up an art gallery
now i wollow in what is mine and what isnt mind
now i cant understand the english they speak to my face anymore
and i wake up another day to the same sunrise that took you away from me
and im crazy like this
kooked out like i should have been chopped and tossed in a grave long ago
why didnt i have  the courage to end it when i was close enough to smell death's breath in my face
instead i spat in his eyes and stayed alive like the tough s.o.b.  i knew i could be
right up  until you held my hand and my heartstings snapped and my timbers leveled and my vision clouded and my reason forgotten and my mind crowded and my concious killed and my life hounded
but in the morning it was all sunshine and daisies
and in the evening it was all cut crimes and crazies
and im sick like this
kooked out like i should have been shot up and shipped out in a crypt long ago
just venting about how i feel when i look into the mirror to see that face i hate
like that post exorcism high like when you talked the demons out of me
you talked the demons out of me
and i talked them back in when you left

Coroner in coronado

The sun echoed on the shoreline
and we were free and bound
Free to the present
Bound to the past and future
and nothing mattered to us
but the footprints in the sand
and the next song in the cue

Gone with the wind

your mother always loved you
your father all is well
your sister brought you fire
your brother rang your bell

the family forebear homestead
the castle of wood and mold
kept your heirloom fabled stories
the ones you never told

your grandma gave you kisses
your grandfather his head
your aunty better wishes
with your cousin better fed

you worked with all the sun
and fed your family quietly
who gave you up a spirit
and filled it with anxiety

your teacher taught you nothin
your best friend wished you dead
your lady all forgotten
you sit now staring in bed

you just wanna pass it
just a couple tests
you just wanna lie to 'em
act like its all good and rest.... but its not... so stop acting like it is

Licensed clinician now

blank canvas...
red hot...
blue campus...
straight shot...

can't wake up to the work clock.
can't fake up on the money clock.
clock on.
clock off.
wake up.
wake down.

Sleep.
What sleep?
Wake up.... clock on. clock off. eat subway . clock on. clock off. smalltalk. clock on. click on~music on. clock off.  drive home. click off~music off.
Thoughts off.
Dad off.
Knees off.
Glad off.
Breeze off.
Wake up.
Check phone.                                                                          
Heart off.
Glock on.
Lock off...
Socks off.
Dial up...............................................................
Hang up.
Mocks on.
On Water.
Off dock.
Hit the door.
Half knock.
Hit the floor
Tick tock.
Life off.
Life off.

Livin' in the casing of the next bullet
You know if you kill a killer the number of killers in the world remains constant.
Not when you take your sights to your temple.
They told me to take my sights to the temple.
Im gonna take the sight to the temple.
Shine a light on the temple.
Rain a glock on my temple.
Open the gateway.
Clock off in the temple.
Clock on.

Branded me a waxing crescent moon like some cattle bred for slaughter.                                                                       )

Three marks.                                                                               \\\
Like the ones the demon had.
Tree barks.
Like the ones the demon clad.

Fathers fate.
Knee scars.
Politik and create.
Arm scars
Feel the vibe and lose shape.
Clock off.

Wax on.
Wax off.
Wax strong.
Black thought.

Fever to the form.
Lift it on high.
Death from a dorm.
Killing a cry.

Clock on.
Sleep it off.
Glock on.
Lock off.
Cold Cough.
Bred for slaughter.
Drowned dead in a Horse trouph.
Cold water.
Music on.
Tear up.
Music rough.
Fear up.
Sleep it off.
Clock on.
Clock off.

Glock on.
Lock off.

It was supposed to feel like "Paris - Magic man"

Sat in bed again staring out into the valley all night.

Seems like the only way I like myself is medium rare.

Grinding my teeth when I see the pictures we never took.

Chronic self infliction.

Alright.

We were familiar.

were.

I liked the way you sang. and dressed. and lived. and created. and spoke.

We had future.

had.

I loved the way we could just drive. and just talk. and just listen. and just care.

I loved.

Now I try to forget what happened and focus.

Focus because If I dwell and don't focus its all over.

If I don't focus on my mission.....life is over.

So dramatic.

Where did you learn to bleed like this?

I don't know.

Why can't you talk to anybody like you mean it.

I used to.

Why can't you move on?

I...