My Name Is Fuzzy

Excited and terrified all at once,
Adrenalin rushes through me.
Intoxicated,
Voices touch,
Hands grab,
We kiss...
Long and hard we kiss...
As if we should stop,
The whole world might suddenly end.
And the doubts...
And the fear...
All the demons run to the corner and hide.
Now there's nothing between us.
Only skin.
Hold me tight
And we meld.
Look at me,
So that we'll see nothing but eachother's eyes,
And from the bottom of your lungs,
Scream my name.

Face

For me a face has no features,
Only eyes to see and a nose to breath,
And of course, a mouth to eat and throw-up all the crap in your system.
My ears have stopped listening,
As a result, they don't exist.
Turning the other cheek might not make you weak,
(Just prepare to get slapped when you do.)
Eyebrows show expression, even sometimes emotion,
Now, those abominations simply can't be on display!
Eyelids are for the wearisome, chins are for socking,
So I did away with those as well.

For me a face has no features,
Only eyes to see that I'm not falling down.
The rest is just life-support.
But I talk too much,
I've got to shut myself off,
So slowly I'll shed my mouth as well,
And I'll be left with two eyes and a nose,
On a blank, featureless surface.

Song For The Fallen

We live our lives in the thought that we are here without a purpose.
As for me,
I feel for those of us who think that way it's true.
Still,
There are some,
A self-chosen few who actually give life to there lives even though the hardship is great.
And the sufferings of The Fallen Ones (who are really the ones to ascend high above)
Are torturous and cruel,
Unknowingly inflicted by the simpletons through jealousy and ignorance.

I sing for The Fallen,
Failure is easy,
Success is what's difficult,
And the more you succeed, the harder it gets.
Still,
One cannot surrender,
For the road of failure no longer leads back to the simpletons,
But simply to a Fallen oblivion.

Buy Me A Book

Just buy me a book, that's all I need.
Cause I can kick back for hours and read.
(But maybe first I should change the sheets
Before running away from my defeats.)
See, I'm no good at poker and I'm worse at chess,
And the more I clean up, the greater the mess.
So even though I might be dyslectic,
It makes life's everyday so much less hectic.
And there's a morale involved,
And problems are solved,
And even the nastiest sinners absolved.
(Of course, they might have to die to gain absolution,
Or they might go insane from lack of delusion.)
But everyone gets what's coming to them and that's the bottom line.
By the time you reach that final page, everything has turned out fine.
And you can go back to life's everyday.
You know, do the dishes, put the laundry away.
Where you work like a slave for just a bit more than nothing,
And there's something that's missing (there's got to be something).
Yeah, just buy me a book, that's all I need.
Cause I can kick back for hours and read.