This coldness
That I hold on to is
Worth more than a river
Of gold and it's
Flowing faster and faster
Through the veins of this
Wicked city
And into and out of the
Eyes and mouths
Of all those that remained seated

I watch them as they watch me
Why don't they turn around
Am I all that they need?
There is a certain balance needed
To see the real me
The real Andy

I want you to tell me your name
Let me in on your little secret ghost
I could replace its face into mine
Without the complacent feelings
Of your wrongs and haunts
From the day before today.

Its cold outside and you're still asleep
So when you come to and I am not there
Do not be disturbed with fright
There will be a dream waiting for you there

On the other-side of the night.

Am I just a pawn
Yet to be
Played out?

I see the eyes that see mine
and I feel their strange smiles
Creep up and down
The edge of my crooked spine

Could you get the time?
(Even if you knew it)
To look at me, not through me
(Now is your chance to prove it)

Show me what you're worth
Are you worth it?

Am I?

This is just completely unnatural
A force of nature
That is just completely unreal
For my heart to cure

Brown, black, yellow and red
My heads are on fire
With the unknown problems
That I hold and I hold
A ring full of broken keys
I wonder which doors they will open

For me,

My body just can't seem to get enough
Of their lovely poison.

The crooked legs of a girl lost in the wilderness of my black eyes
Gathered up all the information needed to even begin to write down
The true meaning behind me and the truth behind these untold lies.

I'm all wrapped up yet;
Somewhat deflated
In this violent accordion like
Room with that old red chair
In the left side of my sight

I am a bow, slowly eating snow
Flakes, down the strings of this
Broken fiddle in the middle of
My shaken and scarred,
Shattered yet calm hand.

Beyond my lucky star
Lies the remains of the reasons
From out of this empty bottle
The words that I need to write
Are the answers to my mental problems

But I answer to no one
No I do not!
I follow my own toes
and I knows that my nose
Knows that smell, the smell

Of her blood.
The veins extrude and
Fiercely scream out
Of her soft neck
and little thighs

There is no more
Apple juice
That's okay I like
Lemonade
Anyways,

A little cut in my eye
Bleeds out sour blood,
it's an interesting thing

To save some middle time
I will skip around a little more
In this giant sun of a life
I'll find my body song
One day seven

She can get into my lightning
and see life. . . AH!
So much more
It's like heaven trapped in a bell jar

Drink it up and have a look around your confusing world

Need I say more?
I like you
But only a little bit

Can you show me anymore
Than this?

I started by breathing out
Loud in a darkened room
Her hands and my feet connect
And lace our better essence together
For a few good shakes and turns

With a spirit there (where we kissed)
Or a feather floating (in that room)

I made the better choice to not look away. . .

My cheeks are circled with red
You are barely breathing and
Trying not to show the other-side of
Your nightly dream of me

You dream a lot of me
A lot more than I remember of you
I do have dreams but they are
Mostly terrors of my haunted youth

I have a lot of feelings and
Many things to put them in
But your dark room clouds the place
Above my head and below my neck

You can kiss away softly. . .

Let me tell you about the night when
The fingers and lips will meet
To form connections that join the hands
                                                                   and feet.

Today
You have made a grave man dance
A glance around the room
And they're all dancing too

Drowning in the bass
Shapes arise all around
Its the placement of plates
And you can see right through me

Its a question of science and biology
Science in biology and the anatomy
Of our dancing feet
Our trembling hands
Pull shades down
Over all that the eyes have done

What have I done
To make a question seem like another
One or two three games to play
Another day to see their dancing feet

All the things that we should feel
Everything, everything, everything
Is a circle
Its a guess around game
We just mess around and
Fall into reverse
And then

Go back to the start
Play it again for me
Steal it now
Its dark outside tonight

Darker than your heart and soul
I swear on my heart and soul

Oh no, ohh ohhh no. . .
Oh no. . .

I pull myself
Out of
The
Inside
of the light.

I have welcomed you back, my love
Welcome back to hell.

I issued a fair warning to the call-man
On the watchtower, I told him
          “Would you believe this if I told you?”
          “You tell him that I am coming for him!”
          “. . . and there will be more than hell to pay. . .”

More than I could have ever dreamed. . .
His blood is my blood
&
My blood is his.
I will drown in it one day.

He walks slowly into the center of my vision.
I smell a false sense of fear,
Was it I or him that reeked of this
Blurred illusion of what we both shook from?
I heard a child’s laughter in the fog (again)
Was it I or him that brought this
Old demon back in?
I saw a trembling hand raise
As the fire blazed in and out
A knife became shape (again)
Was it I or him that first reckoned this
Evil deed of sin?
I felt the blade slide in (again)
Was it I or him that took this
Task, this burden, this dream
And crafted it into our own ****** up reality
The blood was thick on the ground
I taste that old familiar taste
That ironic, irony, iron taste . . . old blood
But again, was it I or him that began
To sink not swim into this
River of blood?

My throat is fully coated in iron
(Steal diamonds and gold)
From that nightmare/dream
And I lie here in my bed and think back
To “where the **** is my coat?’