Empty Me.
I am inside out,
Dulled and senseless,
I would scream,
But that would just echo off the walls.

No part of this is nice,
No day is simply fine,
No way to pay the price,
Give me what is mine.

I scratch, and prod,
I Try to shove inside of me.
Break the skin, God,
Open the space my mind can see.

But no answer arrives,
But their hatred showers me,
Dancing in their hatred,
Dancing in my shame.

I am not worth a dime,
Not a cent to my name.
I’m Not worth the time,
Forever stuck, I remain.

I am suffering,
No opening, unwanted,
I’d run away,
But they are all around us now.
Bottom Feeder.
Being on top is a pain killer,
So potent you don't recognize pain.
Humans are carbon filler,
A filter catching crap in the drain.
Lake of Tears (2014)
If I’m so God damn complete, then what is this smell?
Rinsed and dried after soaking in bleach.
It’s pacing, not racing, enduring from the start.
Not straying, just paying, giving from the heart.

I’m not asking you, I’m just barely hanging on.
Full of nothing, 
But the harder part is this fucking asylum falling apart.

I’m not looking down on you, I just don’t give a fuck.
I’m not walking alone, if I’m out, I’m running amok.

I’m not asking you, I’m just barely hanging on.
Full of nothing, 
But the harder part is this fucking asylum in my heart