it's not nice,
no need to be,
just a need to fall,
have it all be for a reason

it's not enough
never enough
just to bleed
always a need
to vomit
to hurt

you dreamt painfully
while my stomach scraped
longing so to turn itself inside out

should have copulated with images and paint
masturbated with words instead

turn aside
move along
the street separates us
as the enemies of the world

how to move
how to think
how to feel
how to know
how to be
impossible all

laugh and put on the costume of evil
take the prize of my hurt
and walk away

fail me
fail my eyes
my ears
my ability
reason
tongue
longing
revolt
will

stealing from some is never impossible
no matter how much they give away

pain drives the interstate
or the local
sometimes passing knowledge
sometimes yielding

how do you save enough
for tomorrow
the uncertainty
the loss
the maybe

trash today
without enough rest
without coherence
walking too long
to the curb

car maneuvered,
head around,
vision fixed upon
the moment in a parking lot

to be spilled
to be regretted
to be forgotten
to be unseen
is to love

take
take
take
take
take
take
take
take
take
take
when i'm empty
there's nothing i can do

fear
pools in an eddy
while arrogance
flows out in rhythm
like fists on the weak

america insists
on your devotion
your honor
your love
then balks at the reins

push go on
more try do
make something
happen, and
make something
worthwhile, and
don't stop

your lateness wears on your mind
like smoke smell
and you hate it
but inhale anyway

smile and destroy
rip your dress
then cry now
then laugh
ok
but please no more violence

we tilers and hammerers
with colours
and innuendo
breaking to create

let's go out into the sun now
let's go and not care
let's go content
let's go
let's

it's not so dark or sad or painful,
anymore than white is,
or air.
it just is

leaves drift over one's body
like bruises, blow by blow
when will it stop
this bleeding

it doesn't ever stop
like a rake on sand
unsoothing instead
uncool
undead

the shirt irritates skin
like a clock ticking in polyester,
a hurting haste

numbness
pain
nauseated clouds
shifting
falling
rising
like balloons float
and die

it is too much like this
please
take what you need and go
or leave what you must and stay

while you suffer, trash and kill
i vertigo, vomit, ill
seeking water
and air

you break
you kill
and destroy
and i was,
and i still am,
but i am not immune

you say you thought
i'd have protected you
while refusing to return the favor

coincidences,
can make or break you
mean nothing
make you laugh
want to die

on asphalt
or stone
in the gutters
or polls
on principle
or hope
continue

run hide away
look for a green hole
to die in
leave us behind
to die
fighting

basta con quest'errori
basta con questa vita brutta
basta con me

non lo so
non lo so
non lo so
non faccio
non devo
non posso
da solo

quanti
e quanto
qua
prima di sopraviverci
prima di curarci

quello che posso fare
é domandarmi dentro
e ferirmi fuori

failure to mend is to blame if a repair falters,
not the original flaw