I woke up one day
One step at a time
I find myself here
And I don't know where I am

I look around in confusion
At what I have chosen
One step at a time
I made myself, here

One step at a time
How is it possible
That every choice that I made
Brought me here

I thought I knew the direction
I thought I knew what I wanted
I turn up here
Lost and deserted
One Step at a time

pull the trigger
to the gun at my head
i asked you to listen
you said "i'd rather be dead"
blow back, kick back and bits of brain
i fall to the floor
and you
you can be happy again
the light doesn't fade
or slowly seep away
it ends in a flash
now hurry, go play
with your boyfriends, toy friends and booze
the world is your oyster
your freedom is the thing
and you surely will never lose

Nothing, really should be construed to mean anything in particular. This is, after all, a compost heap upon which I dump all the B.S. that drops on the field of my consciousness. Pretentious, overbearing and underwhelming all at once. The meaningless drippings of a mind infested with semantic diarrhea. Make of it what you will - like the artisan in Minnesota making money on goose-poop art - or ignore it and remain somehow richer...

shhhhh. He is coming. I do not know where to turn or what he wants. The light is shot through with darkness. The line is thin and I won't fit through. Am I stuck on this side of love or hate. The end, the promised end, does it draw near or did she lie...? Will I have to go like this? I don't want to forcibly die, but she said it would all be over soon. The tubes run rampant and the feedings are far between.....shhhhhh. They are coming now..........................

the pen, the pen, the pen
dry and the coffee, cold

sky grey i have fallen and prey
ripped, ripped, ripped

the soil, the soil, the soil
dead and the permafrost, red

e coli my angel and decompose
i'm gone, i'm gone, finally i am gone