Lust

I wanted to know his warmth The lightest brush of his lips The smallest touch of his finger tips I wanted to feel his kiss The feel of his body against mine Yet all at the same time I didn't even want to know him And wish we had never of met... There is no doubt in my mind that I lust for him, but it is just lust nothing more. Yeah, just lust, it couldn't be more. Could it?

Seeing me

As I walk past they see me They all stop to stare Just to look At the person that looks different That stands out So as I walk past they see me They all see me But is it the real me they see? Do they see the me... That has no self-esteem No confidence That is depressed That feels the weight of the world? So the question is... Do they really see me Or do they just see... What they want to see?

Insanity

Let go of the hang ups that still hold you to the here and now. The ones that corrupt and have you running, Running from everything you were tought to run from. And enjoy the sweet bliss of insanity, For it can only be better than this reality we live in. That is so full hate, hurt, and destruction.