My Dead Being

coz i always talk to the wrong person
and get the wrong suggestions
and feel I'm just right
things go off strikingly odd.

coz i confide in you, him and her
and think you'll only say the right
and think you're my well-wishers
everything goes dramatically wrong.

coz i always take the first step
and believe that to believe
is the greatest thing to try once more
myths always finally break

now i'm going to hit the wall once more
and nothing would hold my hand
and i'll be free when the wall breaks
with debris cluttering over my dead being.

Know Me, Love Me, Hate Me

The brightness of the sky
The darkness of the night
All is but the same
In the blindness of my eye.

You talk to me of beauty
And I don't even know of me.
When you look at me and smile
I feel it a mocking descry.

Is there a remote dungeon
You've know to be somewhere
C'mon give me the route to it
And I'll be hiding forever there.

The cult of hate is lovable
And crime has a charm
Criminally my mind craves
For mutations of self harm

No don't take me that seriously
But don't even be so frail
My bohemian laughs ain't zealous
I'm a particle caught in gale.