"The Nature of Inviting" -Chris Corner

I surrender to the power,
Next we're born again,
And with fixation on every sign,
I cannot explain.

I worship intoxication,
I took all the pain,
It's an appetite that you find that you throw away.
Survive the golden dreams you try to escape from,
But you surrender to the power,
To the only way.

I love you, I hate you,
I love you, I hate you.
I love you, I hate you,
I love you, I hate you.
But that's the nature of inviting.

To your wrecklessness and pleasure,
I purely commit,
Cause everything that you are,
Is everything that is.
Survive the golden dreams you try to escape from,
But you surrender to the power,
To the only way.

I love you, I hate you,
I love you, I hate you.
I love you, I hate you,
I love you, I hate you.
It's the nature of inviting. 

"Corrupt" -by M. L. Gore

I could corrupt you

in a heart beat.
You think your so special.
You think your so sweet.

What are you trying?

Don't even tempt me.
Soon you'll be crying,

wishing you dreamt me.

You'll be calling out my name,
when you need someone to blame.

I can corrupt you.
It would be easy.
Watching you suffer,
girl, it would please me.

I wanna touch you 

with my little finger.
I know it will crush you.

My memory would linger.

You'll be crying out in pain,
begging me to play my games.

I can corrupt you.
It will be ugly.
They could sedate you,

But what good would drugs be?

I wanna touch you 

with my hands on your hips.
It would be too much to
place my lips on your lips.

You'll be calling out my name,
begging me to play my games.

Anywhere but in your mind.

Where does it end? Everyone’s completely out of their mind. Or maybe they’re not. Maybe you’re the only one who sees it.

A pair of fingers picks up the blue pill.

Where does it start?

A red light bulb. Shadows moving on the wall.

Maybe the first time the two of you had sex. That moment where the warmth enveloped you and you felt connected. Not in that cliché romantic-comedy bullshit way.

A mini-dv tape. Labeless. Lying on tile.

Maybe it’s when you smashed the tape into a thousand pieces. Splintering the only record of the warmth and connection that existed outside of your mind and her's. The proof is gone. Maybe it never happened.

A set of plumbers pliers comes crashing onto the tape. A FLASH of writhing bodies. Bathed in red light. You are jerked into a new position. Black shards splinter upwards and the magnetic innards sprawl out from the crushed tape.

Maybe it was years earlier and you didn’t quite understand. And you started taking a little blue pill to make the pain go away. And you’re so stupid. To think this pain exists anywhere but in your mind.

A twitching eyelid. Your mouth. Opening and closing. Muscles pulling underneath. Clenched jaw.

There's a clicking in your jaw. You wake up in the middle of the night teeth clenched because you had some fucked up dream. You stopped taking the pill.

E. B. 03-01-2008

I am alive...

I am alive.

As much as I try to deny or convince myself that I feel nothing.

I am alive.

When the electricity passes between your skin and mine.

I am alive.

When you stare through me. Into me. And are not fazed.

I am alive.

When I yearn to be with you again.

Then I want to die.