I'm Leaving You

I am in the Magma Core
In the laundry room under the building
with the fresh scent of Tide laundry detergent
on my hands in the fragrant spring air
blowing in the window unshielded
Search for beauty in everyday life behaving like to do
the laundry in a closed situation
but never the presentation and being re -
where torture takes years
and even more years, I am not available
unlike you
That is simply "I'm Leaving You

I climbed back into theCross
pushed back against the walls, where I am
against my face and my breasts
my nose is painful throbbing
I get off the yellow satin coffin Satan
where I am choking on the dry air, smoky
They smoked Marlboro in my coffin
I'm out now, that I will rid
And the lid on me
And I could not from suffocation
I own the ground, as I
Here are all the time
it is not always the submission
but a climb to the cross
I climbed back into Hades
myHome
to get away from you

I knew Lucifer into the depth
By your relentless hard eyes
I was still in the chest
in a quiet innocence
I found myself as a Christian, if it is

too much
I escaped, like a girl at the time of Christ
a boy of Christ
to the one-time crucifying
immediate release
It was not like I'm leaving
It is to only leave TU
Leaving You LEAVING VOUS

It is a terrible tragedy that I describe
But the Black Prince of Darkness Mask Icarry
my nakedness, my child's body, my tenderness
are my real anger
You got me in the open graves without coffins
Just dirt cheap plywood, or even
I needed a new low point in the life
I had to dig my way up to from
Alive

They ate while I was lying in the ground
I saw the warm, inviting light
Which excluded me from the dining room
I felt black again
while I was out there starving in the cold ground
I saw you sitting numb Food
andSmile
Arab smile I used to, as before
maybe you were happy
But it was the Holocaust for me
It's too late for a rescue,
Needless to say

It is a rolling wheelchair exit I take
and determining the Highway Sausalito
Santa Monica, where the bitch
in my way as I wheel out the door
They stood behind her
Finding the exact point of the sun
arises
in case I might someday
from inside a dark alley crime midden
that he sat downon
Meeting with the homeless black men
and processing of my bones clean
from a good fish sandwich with tobasco
I would not have drowned but
She hoped that I would suffocate
But like the cat, satisfied the Left
Welcoming
I'm leaving

The fresh scent of Tide on my clothes
And my skin bare hands burdened
The dryer sheet, a coarse fabric for my nose
The tears I shed for the distress
an unexpected gift of intentionally faded flowers
Are aBounding wracking pain in my head
an ever-narrower gold and silver metal band
Perhaps, perhaps copper-tin-American
the lattice of a heavy armored suit Crusades
I carry on my narrow shoulders
Headaches torture a commercial I had to write
and research, a new corporate aspirin product
for the relief of my migraines and sell
I shut the pain away on foot

Still fresh freshness lifts me unfound on the road
With no recognition for my worklast year
paralyzed with hypnosis in this season, I'm
A deleted reality through excusions forced to walk outdoors
It was an insane asylum, and pushed the wheelchair
as the admitting physician
As I leave you once again it does not matter
how many times I have tried,
even if it seems like a way of life
leave
because, as I roll out of the door
I still am Leaving You

They beat me from the Assumption
she pushed me off the elevator ramp rolled when I heard from
the motherfuckers sitting in my wheelchair
I screamed like a snow owl
fly through the roof, either as the devil
a witch or a saint I am not sure
to this day, when I holy or not
I flew the cross with anger
one more time on the steep path to my
independent victory, and my independent action (IA)
The EPA is still the work of my autonomy

Every time I tried to start
She threw me out of the three-circus again
it was myonly home next to the coffin
I was homeless
I had to choose between the beginning of a prison or a coffin
I chose the coffin under duress
those were never my real choices
She pushed me to another white straw hat
and a matching striped jacket
a defeated life She said I deserved
Boy, they all told me, at least
Forget the straw hat
because I told them I needed the jacket

my own conscience speaking
I walked like a fly THEN
an insect appearance
myFriends said it was the damn coat I was wearing
against the Nazi symbol put on my chest
as a once and for all
It is a branding iron

Fall on the ramp had made it to my journey
stood as a manifestation of my empty wheelchair
I flew from the intersection with a fluent anger
It was a good feeling when
I poured the sand in the hourglass of time
for another hour to take in an extra breath
I'm not dead, and walking through
the abandoned saloon doors
in a coveredReal car
safe from the dry dusty sand storm
They poison cover
like a rattlesnake in the vicinity of my throat

Not a victory this time pyhrric
The dry red parlor door I photographed
When setup in Santa Fe were in the porn movie
I once heard documenting my death
The swinging gate was not really a door
once again hit me when I entered the action
another time and called it even with assistance
the word love
I was never a slave
They only owned the emptyAir between your violent hands
The dirt in the pockets of lint on your PC screen
It was put to me the current abuse witch

I am the air that I am the wind I fly like a lost Sabbath
I am the air that I am the wind I'm flying like Satan
I fly like Jesus I'm flying like a Brahmin
I fly like Buddha I fly like Mohammed
I fly like a Sufi journey already
I am the air I am the wind, the Holy Wind Witch
I fly like Hitler, the Hitler's daughter

I am a wind tunnel with leavesFly to the top
Again I'm going down and up again
Fabric by the righteous
almost ruined my own jacket from you
It is winter and I need them
she was a witch, the wind blew my hat
even so, get away from you, I will Jesus return
what a last choice to go back to
on the crucifix again
It seems a way of living, leaving you
I can not do anything because
I'M ALWAYS Leaving You

I am a little things, I am a militia, a consciously Street
Not aSpiritualists
not spoken softly or even just a very loud now
I am a black spot on the eye hiding a sailor intent
I steal the thefts have you back by me for me
To myself
I steal from you, how you stole my capital
I steal everything I own from you
fear not with pleasure, but backup

Cigarette burns on my arms
Healing through my high endurance level
with a pain measure which he recently
It was not Jesus but to me it was always ME
Living by theBurns
Stand with your back straight
a quiet voice and a ready smile
I was a pretty girl with burns
It was not Jesus, but ME
He went before the crossing with me on that day
I held his hand
IT WAS ALWAYS ME, who
YOU CAN ALWAYS
I will take it to the Justice Court of the Universe
for what you did to me today

They denied my existence
I could not walk out the door
always without you beside me
all the while disturbed by my
Childhood I hadsolve
Problems of humanity by your mistakes
Whenever I had a friend who is a friend
for even a minute
They criticized me at
Base of support
I'm leaving, the Nazis --
They looked at me as if I were worth
One billion dollars $ $ $ $ - and I was
I knew that you destroy me, to me
While I was handcuffed
I came for free, plus some
Order from which it

The veils have wrapped around my face
Scarves are hilly promontory
always reveals thethe presence of hidden cameras
But I always knew the photographer for your porn
He said that you are actually operating
My camera is now desecrated
Every time I thought of you
I threw off the veil
wrapped padded the cheap
Polyester fabric in an ugly rolled
I spit on the ball threw the veiled light
included in the mirror
vanishing symbol of an unmarked grave
She pushed me against the Wailing Wall
I'm leaving

I'm back inThe coffin
Peering out of the brown dirt on my skin again
Listen for squeaking noises around the lid
My home is my stolen fulcrum
When my body is a temple as in the Bible was
only once?
I interrupted him, because
I am not a Barbie-doll beauty without brains
He can see what he has already defeated
me not
I stand in a rigid box
a black box with a white box Rubik's Cube
I was forced to dissolve in motion Cabins
My throat hurts and I know
I amin the cheap plywood coffin She bought me
One more time I live in eternal darkness
the depth is not Arabian Night
I am looking for the fading light climbing
like an ant
on a minimalist trip
I climb out of the Ant Farm
sifted through the muddy soil
Europe

I'm back again into the magma core
Climbing up Mt. Vesuvius, like a cockroach
with a black stripe brand ashes on the forehead
of the occult I knew by the victim
I was the ritual of torture victimalways
The victorious bird dancer
and sometimes Satanic Interpreters
Again looked out of the hole
My hole - my entire supply breathing
living whole soul - My Soul (w) hole

I hate living in a home
because you live there,
Until recently, you were holding me hostage
Their furious constant cold hatred of me
my vagina, my back and my front
My whole song breathing
a former dear now a vigilant woman
with a cool response and singingRepertoire
I was a girl you do not notice my confidence
Because nothing ever changes
I'm leaving
I was more than the little girl in the whole Nazi --

They have tried to get a pimp
and every whore on the Closed Circuit TV
with concealed Web and satellite spycam
It was a visual virtual rape "
I needed God and a prostitute
would you meet the white man
even if you have never talked to me
I had to steal my own thoughts from me
, Although I was convincedThey, the pimps,
I am not at all
I have denied and enter your name as my identity
Reporting always my sins
On the white secret police
As you pay me illegally
I opened the hypnosis Da Vinci Code

I thank God, I know you no longer
I've never, you know, because
They forced me with brutality
to say I knew you when I do not
She said publicly that I am not a citizen and can not act
I said a slave or a servant-slave am --
WhatHell is that?
a new category for my role as a woman?
how do I clean the mirror in our house
I know what it meant, and then throw the rag down
even the paper towels I throw it on the floor
Putting my blue spray Windex surface cleaner
forever, even if it is new
and I go away from our unmade bed

I will redefine the ceiling, as I stand over you
I will rebuild the ceiling as the floor, while
I dance, a whirling dervish dance spinning
a pretty little girlwild dance
on the head
You will not know that I am alive
Even if I stand outside your dungeon
With the keys
You will not hear from me in the future because I am leaving.
SAYONARA I'm leaving
GOODBYE YOU MOTHERFUCKER I'm leaving

I'm back in front in the middle
Your crappy car sat in the backseat
not grateful at all, why should not I be grateful?
Grateful for what?
it was all wrong and I knew it was all wrong
Waiting for theComplete drying cycle to
I was careful to separate your clothes from the mine
because they have leprosy, and worse
especially the underwear

Placing them neatly in your dresser drawer
the top drawer, of course,
I packed my emergency money, and
I walk out the door
Against the sky in the direction of Mecca Manna
Toward Bethlehem
At the next hamburger place
On my flight plan from my home
These days what ever your prison
Walking with devotion and faith
DownFreedom of the road
I will not stop, my hair brush
or bothered with lip gloss
smiling in the mirror

It is a woman, what
It is a heart, what
It's in my vagina, that you
it will never know
it's my sacred space
and you will never know

I am the Pope, as I leave you
She threw the rock hard
me of the girl standing on the wall
You were a person, not a boy
and the rocks were your brutal fists
Their furious painful blows
It existed vulgarity
They were aBig Scary rigid form
prepared by me, take me back
I lay in your bed cold cold
I love you already - while at the
persistent breaths I take
I love you already!
but you did not know or care because it was
never sell my bed only

I had no air to breathe, and I slid
from between the sheets early
One morning, when you slept
a deep sleep satisfied
I looked at
Your not-guilty icy face
I never went back to worry about how
That's how youincluding me
Caring for you lie in bed
They are caught between your legs
a poor man with my hands really
And for this reason
I'm leaving
I'm leaving
I'm leaving
I'm leaving
GOODBYE YOU LOSER
GOODBYE. ADIOS. LATER.
SEE YOU NEVER.
ANOTHER TIME FOR LOVE

She gave a clay fertilizer product
on what is now foreign soil in our backyard
I bought it in Hechingen for a family garden
They did not want
Putting me in thecheap coffin again
She said I'll be back
I did not want to wait, but now and then climbed out
The coffin buried in a foreign country
I did not know how our home front
to obtain without my identity, like you stole it
every day by violence to express my
my skin and my occasionaly fragile woman's soul
child's soul, even once

They were the doctor in a white mask
At the opening to the grave
Exhumation of the cultivation of the land seized almost over me
Offer to set me freefrom bondage
by a conscript Program
as a kind of well-being conscripts
They said it's euthanasia service
or nothing less than suicide
He adds: "They have a obsession with death"
She called me back in hospital
"Another time we will do that"
She noted in passing
as cold strangers again
be negated, but not my
striking terror in my heart
and disgust, there is always
When I Need You come by too
for me in a crisis
Simplynever
I'm leaving

It felt like a servant
while you are in my body
a girl in hypnosis
I do not
with a rope around his neck
They desperately following
in shame and eventually death
against my will and
not being able to speak, with silent screams
I went with my spirit
in familiar territory
not return as an insect

It is the fanciful vision
Nothing you gave me, was for sale
admit
I already have everything
Including myselfbody
I own my face and
my expressions on my face
They could give me anything
let alone take away something
That is not said by me
it is said of Jesus
I like nice, but I
'm not nice about this
For me fucking about
only once
I'm leaving

There is no final voiceover
No voice overlay
It was your voice
Drown me in my life
Only my voice
Only my
It is always my voice
I speak with
I am only
Finally, it is mybeautiful voice
I hear
And it was always
My.
It's all mine.
My voice is me.
I keep it to
the future
for my father
for my unborn child
perhaps never been born
because I lost my voice when
or more than twice as high
and I would like to
believe in God
For my peace of mind
and easy for me
I'm leaving
I already leave
yesterday for the ugly bruises
on my beautiful body
I can still see, feel and
I will not staytime bound
I had to walk out of my body
leave
This is goodbye.
Adios.