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Observant and thoughtful, right from the start

With a bundle of barbed wire, wrapped around my heart

I could have refrained, from engaging with you

but it didn't really feel like the right thing to do

One hundred and twenty-two days...

you like your ham and turkey sub, with light mayonnaise

That's one of the first things I remembered about you

that, and the significance of your one tattoo

I admit I was intrigued, though I fought it at first

But your charismatic ways had me easily coerced 

The whole thing, unplanned and unrehearsed

But a chance for us both, to quench a creeping thirst

Sixteen weeks

and a couple of freaks

Who weren't sure this would make it off the ground

Everyday, amazed, by what we've found

It's surprising what your kiss will incite

counting down the hours, until we reunite

The fire burns hot within us both

a passion with immeasurable growth 

Just a trimester of time, in a calendar year,

has made our sight a little more clear

Now we see that true love can be born, 

where other things were so terribly forlorn

Trying something new and "Nurse Necrophilia"

When you're a writer, dating the lead singer of a horror punk band, the subject of song writing comes up quite a bit. Often times, we "accidentally" come up with scenarios or subjects that would make great horror punk songs, but the songs themselves never seem to get written. We forget to write our concepts down, or time gets away from us and the creative process doesn't get past the brainstorming stage. It's really quite unfortunate, because we've come up with some pretty sick ideas!

I've personally never written a punk song before, let a lone a horror punk song, but Ryan has done it successfully, several times. I'm inspired by his talent and intrigued by the style and subject matter of his writing. He is able to take seemingly abstract ideas or characters... (alien domination, the undead, etc.) and turn them into the kind of poetry that has a flow and cadence that can't help but become music.

I consider horror writing in general, to be a bit outside the box for me. I tend to stick with emotion-based poetry that reflects my mood, or the feelings surrounding certain events in my life. While this type of writing is most natural for me, I realize that if I want to experience something different, I have to venture outside of my comfort zone a bit. I've been looking around me for influences that challenge my creative abilities and force me to try new ideas and approaches to writing.

Tonight he and I had another one of our accidental brainstorming sessions. As we laughed about my attempts to kiss a deliriously sleepy Ryan, I compared the act to making out with someone in a coma...and that is how my first horror punk song was born.

Please be gentle in your critique, as I realize that I don't have any business claiming to write horror punk, or the like. Enjoy!

Oh and... PARENTAL ADVISORY: EXPLICIT CONTENT :)


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Nurse Necrophilia

Have you met this naughty nurse of mine
she takes care of me so well
Checks my vitals every day
I recognize her smell

Yesterday she kissed me
on my almost lifeless lips
climbed up on top of me
wrapped her legs around my hips


(Chorus)

Image courtesy of Little Punk People

This nurse, she wants to f*ck me
but I'm really almost dead
hooked up to machines
trapped in this hospital bed


Every day, death draws nearer
I can feel it in my soul
the machines don't seem to be working
and my nurse lacks self control

Today I felt her touch me
in a place I thought was dead
So still and in a deep sleep
while she gave me coma-head


(Chorus)
This nurse, she wants to f*ck me
but I'm really almost dead
hooked up to machines
trapped in this hospital bed


Sometime late last night
I took just one last breath
Said goodbye to the living
and embraced my final death

As my soul rose above me
I saw my nurse prepare for sin
She was climbing onto my body
as the rigor mortis was setting in

This nurse, she's gonna f*ck me
and there's nothing I can do
because I died two hours ago
and I'm never cumming too