The one

I would swallow my pride,

I would choke on the rhines,

But the lack there of would leave me empty inside.

Swallow my doubt turn it inside out,

Find nothin but faith in nothing.

Wanna put my tender heart in a blender,

Watch it spin round to a beautiful oblivion,

Rondezvous then I'm through with you.

I burn burn like a wicker cabinet,

Sharp wire and oh so frail.

I see our time has gotten stale.

The tick-tock of the clock is painful,

All sane and logical.

I want to

tear it off the wall.

I hear the words in clips and phrases,

I think sick like gingerale,

My stomach turns and I exhale.

I would swallow my pride,

I would choke on the rhines,

But the lack there of would leave me empty inside.

Swallow my doubt turn it inside out,

Find nothin but faith in nothing.

Wanna put my tender heart in a blender,

Watch it spin round to a beautiful oblivion,

Rondezvous then I'm through with you.

Zocal is where my mind stays,

But it's not my state of mind.

I'm not as ugly sad as you.

Or am I origami?

Fold it up and just pretend,

Demented as the motives in your head.