I feel it
in my veins,
if I can't scratch it out
I'll go insane
...
Exultations of joy never come from me
Excited eyes stare at me, but I peer back with shuttered contempt
I'm a shellfish surrounded by angels
...
I want to taste the human flavor,
set two fingers on the public's pulse.
I want to be a character
Not a spectator.
...
Rolling Frustration
I feel it
in my veins,
if I can't scratch it out
I'll go insane
Teeth rolling
around flesh and bone
can't help but wonder
'bout the path I chose
I can't make decisions
too filled with doubt.
A clap of thunder
pulls me out
My mind is boring
My flesh is bland
My mind is annoying
I feel just grand
I'm ashamed to want this
A chorus of screams
I feel sick
My skin is green
Smack some sense into me
Make me feel
Whip some pleasure into me
I need to feel