control center.

in the energy space i pick my teleportation destination my heart said "take me where I can see him, but he can't see me."  black faded to more black.  a dusty control center.  i looked in the occulous and it looked back into me.  i sang into the receiver and it came unplugged.  i kept singing

basic.

in a dream i ask myself as a child, what i dreamt as a child - i answer "the stars"

neglected characters in my dreams retaliate to say I'm the worst.  when was I most beautiful? when i was younger.

i can only conjure hiphop songs....

bleed all over d tools

all you did was tried to love me, but i couldn't stop bleeding.

when you beauty dies and the hands of man//what my healing hands cant mend

i awake on the shore in iceland. cold, crystal blue water washes in and out with the wake - my hand palm down on the sand in comfort as it would lie on the belly of a dying beast. i am mourning the loss of a beauty so great.  we are past the point of redemption.

all man can see, he squanders/he slaughters

she devils to eat you alive

it wasn't him who came to kill me, it was his new her.

best in show!

the longer i ignored him, the brighter i shined.

and i stumbled and fumbled up stairs in my unzipped boots.  i cheers-ed to people people i didn't know in empty glasses.  but i was comfortable and i was happy.  i was only acting as a favor to a friend.

the tables turned, and they were the one with secrets.  they were putting on a show.  diana ross said you shine bright and put a starred crown on my head.

under taker of the damned and undead.

mine is a hungry dagger, but i am in control.

at the end of a bloody day, a white horse takes me to a watering hole. somewhere to relax.

the rating systems are hard to process without seeming overly obvious.  the crowd wants to consume me. yet again...

i see where you all are coming from, but you dont know what from which i came.  I was taken advantage of. cursed.  they tried to drug me, but didn't know that it would only make me more wild.  I am living out my destiny.  know which parts were circumstance and those which were choice.

and theirs are hungry daggers. but i refuse to let them touch flesh.  there has been enough death.