Robots are developing.

If my world collapsed tomorrow
It'd be just like today
I'd be living my life bound
In a large assortment of metal chains.

Most likely, they hold my life together
But I can't say for sure
Come fall I suppose we'll see
If my estimations are correct.

Authority is meaningless,
It runs the fucking world
Is it all for no purpose?
Are we all permanently blind?

There is few that can hold me up
In these days of misdemeaned life
So I'll go on living today
Like tomorrow will never come.

Exposure At It's Best.

Streaking through my veins
The snakebite strikes again.
Breathing life into me,
Lighting my flickering candle again.

Philosophy is gone
This living venom is all I need
Head back, lips parted
This sensation feeds my hunger.

Eyes crossed, body tired
The venom coarses; slowing within me
Another night spent with this ignorance
but my hunger is, for now, satisfied.

Crumpled on the carpet
Head throbbing weakly
Left alone, again with the remnants of my poison
And tomorrow i'll be bitten again.

Over You

I remember
those days when
we sat and kissed
by the T.V. in my room.
We never made it through
those movies, despite the
intrusions of every possible
distraction and mishap.
My family never
took to you like
I did when
we were
so

Wrongly Desperately togheter.

I'm The Icing On Your Bedroom Floor.

Standing tall in your playhouse
Of multi colored lies
Wanting to leave, get away
while I cling to every one.

Your deceit is so inviting,
baby your a catch
But unfortunately, love,
I don't prefer raw fish.

Your lips connect with mine,
Kisses covor the words you said
A smell of sugar coated artificiality
Floods the air we grasp to take.

For the longest damn time
your beautiful being kept me occupied
While your lies waltzed in one ear
and right back out the other.

Love is not a game
And yet our daily tradgedies make it so
All that's left as you fix your tee and walk out
is our artificial, sugar coated scent.