This body, it seems, is still filled with rage.
My father said it would pass with age...

I think about many things.
Dreaming is a philosophy...

Hopelessness: the cancer of the soul.
No will to achieve an ambition or a goal...

You can't tell where I come from.
I drag you closer day by day...

Well look at what you've done to me.
You brought me down into this misery...

I said "Welcome to my parlour",
But you were the spider, and I the fly...

You think this shoreline is easy for me.
The tranquility is a gold, russet and bronze hue...

There once was a rare old iguana,
Who survived only on marijuana...

There's an essence to sobriety that sells it short
Like the alternative harks of any worthy port...

It took, for me, a lifetime
To transcend this neutral state...

The sum of your parts dance individually.
You're left to your right devices...

There's murder in the air tonight.
The tolerant are reading of the current horrors...