The beautiful murder of myself

The season just changed in your head Kel, you're freezing

The reason for pain and for shame and for training

Your brain in those ways was to study for leaving.

Leaving these years in a stain?

Wrapping your unbroken soul in a cast with a cane in your hand for support which you call education?

Blotting the clot that erupted, with patience

If you lose your mind now you'll have more time to take it.

Don't fake it - you'll leave your heart lonely and vacant.

Once again, Kelly Abe, you've infected my mind

Our spontaneous combustion will come in due time

But make no mistake - I don't fix what's not broken

I breathe air to your lungs when your passion is choking

And that cane - it's me - and the soul it's you

And that brain is me - and that goal is you

And when the time's right, I'll take out the knife,

And rip out my own heart to give kelly abe life.

But till then drink the pain starve yourself - you need hunger

Cause that is the cancer that's festering under

My logic and reason- I hold it the closest

Each day is a meal for my birthing psychosis.

But I'm breaking my bones waiting for your insanity!

I'd kill you to kill this infectious calamity!

Smear blood on my chest over "poet" for vanity

And tattoo the date of your death somewhat lavishly

Over the date of our birth on our stomach

Plumetting down hell's canal like a puppet

Muttering sounds of remorse serves my comfort

When you hit ground zero I'll bask in consumption

The scent of strength the vision of power

The feeling of happiness drowning my past

The taste of the absence of time - make the hour-glass mine - life is bliss - I would cry if I found her.

Well, thank god I have you, cause death is my dream

And I'll never meet life, though it hides in my sleeve

And I'll never think twice, but I'll always think three

And over-indulge in this sytem's decree.

But look what I've done to you - you're fucking unstoppable

The buring sensation of tormented logical

Processes, theories and queries were conjugal:

Thank kelly kamen for writing your chronicle.

Thank kelly kamen for holding you back

Like a caged fuckin beast that's been starved in a trap

Like a bolt of resentment that swelled in your belly

The birth of a renaissance machiavelli.

I'm outside the cage - what's up bitch, throw down!

I'd die by your hands just to throw you the crown.

I'd cry in a blissful utopian pain

To only know us by the name Kelly Abe.