Corpse Rose

Not unchanged
Not broken
This is just how I am now
A deep breath of acceptance is better than railing against alteration
A word mirage leaves a mouthful of sand
The blood exits when the scene ends
All of these dead things are gone when I can no longer find them in my heart
When I remember dates but don't feel them
Corpse rose blooms
Corpse rose wilts
Heart pulled like taffy with the shameful, unstoppable pain
So cruel?
So bare?
This is just how I am now

More Like a Nightmare Than a Song

As unforgiven as Christ,
Next time you wear your heart,
Make sure your sleeve is not made of paper,
As for me, the fragile things,
That could burn are gone,
I'm fireproof now, baby,
Mediocre emotional pudding suits you best,
To me, it is far from just right,
And never hot,
You will always be number two son,
Completely full of shit,
There are lies that were and lies to come,
Store them in an anvil shaped box for god,
I sit in my brain's silent places,
And find comfort...find myself,
I'm OK but you will never be,
More like a nightmare than a song.