where all the women have gone

starry nights gone,the hero lays slain in battle his moment in time lost on the tiny children breath,
Today i cannot find my audience,today i will seek help from a friend.
There has been much turmoil in my recent events far too much to ignore

the wandering mind

I cannot go home tonight...alone, i am afraid of my own mind

I want it to stop

this path of self destruction must stop i have already lost my greatest love

Killing game: skinny puppy (one of my favorite songs)

"fallen angel head crashes dead out of control lost memories staircase twists darker rooms lit with left out toys after playing men changes toys into tools twisted playthings on the staircase fools whose weapons represents the killing game who taught the killing game who taught the killing game awaken eyes sewn wearing glasses dripping tapping at the temple door locked inside scream inner scraping tooth and nail nowhere to go quiet retraces forcing light tears then pretend nothing blinds minds closed in sanctuary closed in sanctuary padded walls not quiet storms fury burned out killing time who taught the killing game time's taught the killing game herself no i taught the killing game first passing words distant pain remember trains of thought collide no one view window pushing faces through sharp cold glass poke bloody holes exposed i taught the killing game first i taught the killing game first till at last you regret tortured animals wake up time beckons death upon myself eyes travelled harden strange no stronger feeling tempting motion slows to a crawl places his weaponry and it's a trap let go the springs snap shut gazes show sharper teeth giving in to the jaws of death i taught the killing game i taught the killing game first i taught i taught i taught the game first first first"

Brain damage

i damaged,myself in your name,but somehow you still managed to toss me under the bus,Never ever had i thought to question why.

I drew back my arm and i let loose the cat of nine tails,this little beast makes hamburger meat out of the back of our "savior",he struggles to breath beneath the pain yet he still stands,I pause just long enough to let our eyes meet.
He catches my sly smirk as i unleash a fury a blows that exposes bone and tendon (cat of nine tails a small whip with nine leather strands tied to each end shards of bone or broken glass specifically designed to rip and tear chunks of flesh from the victims )
Wake up! son; little mother Mary has something to tell you" I am sorry i lied"

Was it the missionary

Just hours after i had been discarded, she lies curled up next to her new Bo'
I guess i wasn't man enough.
I supposes i couldn't go deep enough.
His spilt seed between her lips.
I can take a hint,and i am sure your mother would approve.
Her infidelity have taught you well.