The personal insecurities pool
in past sorrows swims the dumb limbless fool
dives in because the world is false and cruel
Not the glass but the bottle that's half full
-April 15th, 2004
I am the pill that listens
I wonder will depression fade
I hear banging at the door
I see anger in snarling faces
I want to never be the hateful parent
I am the pill that listens
I pretend the words breathed don't hurt
I feel time pass...
I touch their flat glossy smiles
I worry Innocence is missing
I cry cuddling with lonely shadows
I am the pill that listens
I understand Hurt is blameless
I say fun is what we live for
I dream of transparent lovers
I try to fluster silent friends
I hope for a pleasant future
I am the pill that listens.
-February 4th, 2004
Furs and sparkling diamonds go to my shame
These plush pockets fill with destructive greed
Cry when out of reach of the flashing fame
Corpses rot and hungry reporters feed
Views locked into this surreality
True beliefs and morals our children lose
"We want you!" declare government war dogs
Ship our boys over to foreign countries
Young witness army friends die through thick fogs
It is politicians' bloodthirst they please
Return to heaven; question "What were we?"
Before when we were fish in the blue sea
-April 15th, 2004