Rob+Miller

One Pill, to Pill, three, four, five Down the hatchet they go. Those tons of fun run one by one, filling voids that continually grow.
 * //Taste This Rainbow//**

Big Red, little blue, plus a few yellows, staining my brain like a clown. Swirling inside of me, Stinging in spite of me, Such a sin they flip my frown upside down.

Now there's two sides to every story today, and i dare not challenge that here. So instead i'll shed light on that other sad half and let honesty overcome fear.

Sorrowed waves crash over the brim of my soul, bitter salt stings my innards. Dipping and delving into old selfish ways, I pop handfuls of pills like skittles.

They muscle for rank beneath my skull, rattling synaptic connections. Frontal lobe swelling incurs vision blurs bringing my sight to perfection.

Spit dribbles slowly, rolling down to my chin. Lingers on edge like my sanity. So with slanted eyes and a dumb, vacant grin i let Truth protrude skewing vanity.

I'm a knight on a lonely chessboard yet still keep my queen to my side. Protector from pawns creeping forward, or crooked rooks hastening stride.
 * //Chivalry Dying//**

I ride to her aide if the test her, or try to block her escape. I bang bishops off their diagonals sending their sorry selves straight.

There's a pawn i spy over yonder across my checkered path. As i leave to confront him, what's left of his men come attack.

They slay her without mercy Their tactics downright mean As they wipe me from the board, I can only scream...

Scream - "Not my Queen."

My want for you is simple revenge I try to but can't comprehend the feelings for me you pretend to have.
 * //Biting Bed Bugs//**

It's simple to see how my pride is bruised since he stood by your side no use, i can't begin to hide I'm dead.

Wrap me up in your sweet embrace I long to taste your beauty's grace I gotta know, if i try hard can i take his place?

Futile attempts to catch some Z's hindered by you haunting my dreams so i'll stay up and expel sobriety.

I'm anxious to have you to know my crush has come to implode To a chia-pet love that will surely grow.

The man i see every week To check up on my sanity Says your hurting me an odd sub-concious atrophy.

So maybe i'll stay here Stuck in your love's abyss my dear and if e'er i shall see you cry I'll sing you this sweet lullaby. Good night