LifewishA mourning dove hobbled across the roadAnd I wondered, "Why didn't it fly?"Does the pleasure of crossing the pavement by footOutweigh the risks if it should die?Maybe the bird remains ignorantThat a passing car could lead to his demiseUnsure of the dangers in the world of manWith no sense of fear in his eyesOr perhaps he is simply cockyAs he struts across the road in prideKnowing all vehicles will stop their processionIn order to let him pass byBut I, for one, think he enjoys itIn the way a human walks instead of drivesSo the next time you see a bird walkingMaybe you should be the one he walks beside
ScrapVersion 2.0 is readyThe beta is completeIts release date is tomorrowAnd I've heard it will be l33tThis one's fully moddableNo need to deal with flawsAnd it's piracy-protectedSo you can't break the lawThe calendar is built-inYou'll remember all your datesAnd the autopilot featureWill ensure you won't be lateIt's compatible with everythingThe computer, the tv, the phoneAnd it'll download all your contactsSo you'll never feel aloneBut if you choose not to upgradeYou'll be alienated, at bestYour communication will be archaicAnd your accuracy, second-guessedThis isn't really an optionConform now, or be scrappedHumanity is overratedBelieve me, the entire brain's been mappedWe've discovered all your problemsAnd fixed them, one by oneEven those pesky emotionsWe've sparked the revolutionAnd won.
NephelaeToday is a sad day.Why is the sun shining?I thought the sky was supposed to reflect emotionLike a heaven-mirrorAnswering the prayers of the livingIn the form of precipitationAre the clouds our gods now?They are notably absentIn this clear skyAn expanse filled with lightTaunting me
Rainrain is not the same here drawn not from oceans and lakesbut from rivers and pastures afardistant origins aside here, it is simply melted snownot the prisms of sunlight that I used to knowinfrequent as this precipitation might be i still yearn for the raineven if it's not the same
Emo KidI'm a little emo kidShort and stoutHere are my emo bangsHere is my poutWhen the syringe fills upTap the bubbles outCut across your wristsAnd watch the blood pour out
Mary's ValentineThis valentine is black and greenSweetheart colors not often seenBut love is not what these colors meanFor this is a card of hateLucas protests your cliff-diving waysAnd the dragons who speak more than petty horse-neighs"I will not ride on Ryu, no matter what you say!Even though that's no longer his name.This gaudy hair of mine fills me with woePlus the characters who are always the first to goAnd the sexual tension: why must you torture me soWhen I've done nothing but obey your every whim?Do away with the cannibals, and the butterflies!And please, stop exploiting my fear of heightsI'd rather stay here and look up at the skiesThan to look down to find clouds at my feet."Now, this card is the extent of my artistic skillsFor a set like yours, Mary, I'd probably killGood thing we have characters to torture insteadOr we'd end up chopping off somebody's head.
thatwasthetimethat was the time when i didn't knowof the latent miseries so long agothat was the time of recovered mindssome were hers but most were minethat was the time when i didn't careyou're not so different but you weren't there.
DistanceI'm thinking of a personI'm sure you know it's youBut recent bouts of heartbreakHave kept my affections fewSo little thoughts I have to spareSo many you occupyAlthough I wish my days you'd fillOftentimes I must pass you byIf only a hug reached a mile awayIf only your embrace stretched so farFrom a distance, you'd ward off the pain of the passingNo longer would I have cause for alarmThese stanzas can only embody so muchSometimes I don't even know where to startAll these words combined altogether fall shortBut at the very least, you've captured my heart
WardThere's a flame beneath my heart,And it won't ever go away.No matter where the wind will blow,It's always there to stay.It's there when I take walks outside.It's there when I'm asleep.Sometimes it's a candle flame.Sometimes a burning heap.I'm not sure what to think sometimes.I often let it go.But when my flame wants to be heard,It always lets me know.