Suicide

Bored is gay for lonely
Lonely love is heavy
It has to be

Lonely love is heavy
Bored is bored of lonely
It has to be

Lonely sleep is restful
Bored is kut by lonely
It has to be

The kreek

I’ve kollapsed into my childhood
  Where I’ve always been.

Ballad of a Lost Little Boy

(or, Damien’s Ballad*)

when i am lonely then i will blok out the world
i find a spaseship because this mommy i dreamed
this is my happy this is the drug of my life
this keeps me safest this is what true love onse seemed

when you leave me mommy
when you leave the rain komes damp upon my tent
and makes it night
when you leave me mommy
when you leave the rok you gave to me
it hugs it holds me tight

bekause you kare ma you are the reason for me
to put you there ma to where the embers are fanned
magik is growing as you are klose at my side
you sit next to me you give your kare through your hand

when you leave me mommy
when you leave the rain komes damp upon my tent
and makes it night
when you leave me mommy
when you leave the rok you gave to me
it hugs it holds me tight

it’s today i need you ma
(when headquarters is in ruins)
it’s been you my baby ma, the whole time
(kids klothe me but i have bones, in my rear)
you found me then i found you
(this is torture from the past)
in your tights so pretty blue, in my time
(this is hurt and i am drunk, on my fear)

when you leave me mommy
when you leave the rain komes damp upon my tent
and makes it night
when you leave me mommy
when you leave the rok you gave to me
it hugs it holds me tight

it hugs it holds me tight

*May be sung to the tune of “Needs” by Collective Soul.