Exocytosis...
get this shit out of my cell...

Maybe, like the pearls hanging from my closet...
You'll carry your own weight, with no light from...

She said drive a little faster,
lets get out of this place...

I can't close my eyes
afraid of what lies behind...

And I'm making this last, like it's my last...
cut the filter off, this is something I won't...

All day I dream about dreaming...about things that...
I woke up one morning...

Rap metaphors
like connect four...

-*- okay, I wrote this poem a long ass time ago...
Cindy needed a man...

Where is my home?
I may never know...

Don't take me back to that place
I've tried so hard to get away...

You see her as the strong, confidant dominatrix,
The one who doesn't give a sh*t...

Maybe I can't handle this,
thats why I hurt myself and so many others...