my body s made of cells and cells are made to keep you caged i keep awake to celebrate my sweet escape i ve seen the flames of this hell and made it either way so why be afraid it s okay it s just fire it s just love it s just us it s just trust it s just this once when these small talk graces keep me warm like a small pox blanket in a storm when the rainfalls and entrenches all that gets touched making evergreens to defend against the next one i ll take a redrum neat or on the rocks one of these cocktails will be a molotov if i keep it up eyes shut and my feet are stuck icarus wings adjust just so i can reach the sun so i can sing with such ardor i deplete my lungs and my heart beats so much that it starts seizing up these are the symptoms of an optimist melancholia kissed him on his bottom lip and here i am a picture of accomplishment mixture of the opposites insecure and confident so is this a path of glory or a dead end to a lonely saddened story where i buried my confession i married my depression now the holy matrimony s grown to owing alimony show me what i hide beneath my grin under my deceitful skin s another guy i d like to meet i wonder why he seems so grim every piece of him they subdivide to equal bits to pitch into the ocean told em love is blind so sink or swim and so i oblige breast stroking side to side till the stroke inside my breast gets hold and i abide and so by and by i try to fight a tide that s tidal sized until my vital signs subside and i write my goodbyes to my friends that are dropping like flies it s a trend that i ll follow in time i pretend that i ought to be fine getting dizzy once again from these wandering eyes of mine i need some r r i think i ll drink some r r sip spirits lift spirits then i ll raise the bar at bars i bring the darkest part of myself door to door let s press our chests together then we ll have a heart to heart i saw a falling star and didn t wish upon it if you re not that superstitious you don t get that disappointed i ll never say i m different cause i ve never made a difference and i ve yet to pay attention to the debt that i ve avoided i set to write a portrait out of my emotional confessions this is spring cleaning for a closet full of bone collections i m not alone the monochrome is so infectious but i won t regret it if i follow all my own directions4