RainOverMexico

And I don't think you would understand all these words I have to say to you. Words & rants & raves. Bitter thorns spewed forth from a once tender throat. Reality flows into the blackness, and we wonder whose shoulders we ripped our wings from. Pain & anger... Anger Management. Means it's okay to be angry as long as it can be managed properly. I wish there were a few sessions of court ordered Love Management in my near future. Sparkles & sequins litter the empty tables; A wedding was held. Misery joined our company. Now the wailing and mourning have commenced and my soul paints itself a happier shade of Dead. And I don't think yo

Where do you draw the line that seperates you from the savages? Cuz I gotta tell ya sweetheart, so far, they're looking a tad bit more humane than you ever did. They're eating goddamn animals, raw, with their bare hands... and yet they handle life with more social grace than you've managed to accrue in a lifetime. Blood dripping from their chins as they eat to survive. Somehow I find it less grotesque than the glint in your eyes as you counsel me to break free of the lost causes that just so happen to mean my sanity.     And darling, I've got to tell you that all those nights spent pressed together in an effort to shut everyone out... they

Sometimes I wonder what I have to do To make this more obvious. How do you want this message sent? Apparently screaming and crying Don’t demonstrate a thing. Do I keep it all inside? Tired of the pretend pity, The faux concern. Windows open &shut all the time And no one notices the death Of the air currents. Let me in, so I can choose the friends I fall prey to. I’m sick of screaming&crying because obviously they don’t demonstrate a damn thing. Where in the world did you bury your soul? Black orbs fill your empty skull. The hole in your chest used to House an organ capable of pity And love But now you just

An elegy begins each time she flashes that brilliant smile. Worlds collide because no one can withstand the falsified cheer she presents. Acidic sorrow prompting her to be beautiful. Don't let anyone see. The pills, powders, and potions just make her sparkle, and no one sees the danger in one, small thrill. Hide her need for love behind her harlot's tricks. The prestige of cash rewards covers the shame of selling out. There's a war going on, but damn, she's got great hair. Just one kiss could wake her from her stupor, but he's too busy commanding the world's attention with his winning ways. One touch too many will push her over th

There's something about your sin that shines so softly. A subtle glamor and appeal that simply can not be found in perfection. Trees blowing in the wind bend but rarely do they break. That same strength is found in you, if only you'd look. Aging actors give up their pride, just to be remembered, but it won't be that way with us. We'll write our own script and people will flock at our command. I'm not Columbus, baby. I don't have a fleet of ships to help me prove a thing, but trust me when I say you can keep traveling across my love and you'll never drop off. It's as round as can be, so just keep circling. They've written books about us, they

Crazy, crazy, Kibbles 'n' Bits My mind is blown to pieces. Jesus, Jesus, juice and gin I'm sick of the lies he preaches. Money, money, moons are funny Got them all on pretty leashes. Attics, attics, bats in belfries Schoolboy taught me something naughty. Danger, Danger, here be Dragons Wilting flowers die too slowly. Winter, winter, wherefore art thou? No one likes to say goodbye. Sofly, softly, silky strong I have such nightmares when you cry. Let go, let go, Goosy Lucy Necks so pretty in little noosies.      Q:...What the fuck is wrong with me?          &