"Are you listening?"

these words are not going to make sense to a lot of people. this is going to be a "what the hell is going on here" situation.
incognito without the anonymity and secrecy. but isn't that really what you want.
you don't just stand there and talk shit without wanting to someone to hear it.
or send little glares and snide remarks without the accused just mere inches away.

hushed lips speak harsh words.
closed lips dagger the innocent.
open mouths release egos.

this makes sense to me.
i lost my fame for the thrill of the game. the infamy tastes sweeter than you'd ever know.
it's better than being a coward.

please.

don't screw this up for me.

nine minutes to battery death.

i'm trapted in a world full of false prophets and fake saints. say what you want about me but never to my face. dig in the nails and stomp on the cuts. throw some more salt into my wounds; i love the way you have torn me down into the negatives.

fractured lies aren't repairable.

everybody stops and stares and wonders why. there are silent tears, and you're shaking. but you can't explain it. sitting in a cage, you are at the zoo. you are the zoo. you are in this barred contained and someone cut off the air.
you scream, but there's no noise.
the people take pictures and the children laugh. it's not like the bystanders would understand anyway.

clean wrists. it's refreshing and original.
there is no blood on my hands tonight.
and neither yours, but really. how long is that going to last?

i slammed my car into the median for the thrill. the front end bent with perfection but the seat belt didn't snap the way i wished it would. predictions of flying through windows were off, but we'll make it happen.

i wrote 'i believe in miracles' but i am a convicted and charged liar. or am i.
i would say i make miracles happen, but i'm no god in this sick, twisted dimension you've weaved.

the creator destroys the creations with ease.
thank you for taking me away.

every failure has their day

i do believe in miracles, but not that way you force me to create them. i am going to prevail.
stunned isn't the write word, but it's the first that i believe you will experience.
your hilarity is amusing to everyone else who is dead inside.
congratulations; let's have a party for your soulless demeanor.