The Perfect OneYou were lying thereSilentPerfectI couldn't look awayI graced you that nightwith my imperfect tearsAnd my childish fearsAnd I knew thendeath was somethingyou couldn'twait to see
Razor Blades pt2Razor Blades pt2Im Lying in the bedSheets stained in black in redWhy that surpriseThat look in your eyesWhat did you think the bracelets were for?I mean you're the one the screams were for!So I wouldn't/ couldn'tHate you anymoreAnd if you leave that's fineBecause I see you ineveryfuckinglineWhy are you crying?Is it because I'm dying?Or is it because of the medsLying on the bed?Take as many as you wantJust leave the reds
CreatureThey Skitteredacross the surfaceWe screamedbut theynever heard us
When its Gone...As I sit and watch the lights burnoutMy mind forces me to shoutWhat now?What now?What do you want from me?What can someone so littleOffer you?You who have everythingbut still finds joyin staring at the,paleemptyuselessMoonTelling methat I'll finduse for somethingWhen it's gone foreverBut how can IWhen the light never goes out?
Mr. MurderThe Trigger pulls backIt's my cross to bearOhIt's my cross to bearDeath rings in your earsAcknowledge butDon't live with your fearsFor life isn't the only thingI'm ending with this gun
RainThe rain starts and night stops, A sigh is heard and the window drops. The rain plays a mournful tune, that it is to scared too play at noon. The clouds break and the moon shines through, The crickets start there cheerful tune. Night starts again anew.
LoveI wake to darknessgrey never breaks inwhere to begin?What brought me here?endless fearFear is what brought me herelove is whats holding me backThey know how to make me crackyou know how to fix me backwhat to do?its to early to thinkcould I run?(run with a chain like yours?)should I stay?stay here and ignite the fearswhats holding me back?Love.
Only Shout(can you hear me?)are you loud?(I want to scream!)only shout(whats this all about)Im realyour real(when was I a fake?)Sleep never made you wake(maybe Im real when Im awake?)its to latedeaths a parlor trick so is fate(but fates to complicated to be a trick!)and deaths not?you think its simplejust to rot?(I want to scream!)...my its getting late(no wait!)waiting never helped(maybe it can!)it never will.
RegretI watch the moon rise an and the sunsetand find it so hard to forgettime weighs on my mindas you hand me your lineI push it asideand you start to chideon the verge of tearsI swallow your fearswhy do they taste so fake to me?you take in a breathit hangs in your chestit could be your lastbut I let it passand you take anotherand anotherand anotherand anotheryour now smoothering me with affectionI try to reject andI watch the sunrise and the moon setand find it so easy to regret
DownfallAnd in this dark harvest of seasonMy life has completely lost reason,For which or against to decide.All lost in a savage and endless, bleak tideIn sadness and in kindnessIn light and in darkness.In a boat made of hopeI shall sail to tomorrow,In a winding hurricaneMade of treachery and sorrow.There's a spear, endless, and colossal spear...Piercing, slashing though my head.Starting somewhere in heaven,Ending somewhere in hell.Fighting, burning, crying, crashing.Are the armies within.In my head they are all thrashing.On the heaven's and hell's whim.To be light or to be darkness.A perpetual array.It's not merely my choice,But the choice of the way.It's an option of the voice,It's a thin line of gray.Is it a choice forced by fate,Is it a pre-set time and date?Or a choice to which I myself sway?But here's our story anyway
."Nothing that I do will matter.As all things will merely shatter!"All my hopes thus darkness scatter,As it shoves me a decree.As it si
Is It Love?If I hugged you,would you never let go?If I kissed you,would you cherish that moment?If I reached for your hand,would you take mine gently?If I needed a shoulder,would you let me cry on yours?If I needed to talk,would you really listen?If I needed to scream,would you do it with me?If I needed to go,would you come with me?If I fell for you,would you catch me?or just let me hit the pavement?
TapestryThe morning is a tapestry...tripping over last night's grace,I watch you weave your skinand shake out your hair -soft teal and jonquilshadowing your cheekas the curtains part between your hands.Threads tangle as you turn,telling medawn is a gentle lover,and the tumble of birdsplaiting their soft noteslingers on the pillowswhere your smile is my undoing.
You Selfish BastardDrink the poisonand pretend as ifyou aren't slowly killing yourself.But that is your intentionand you've dedicated your lifeto this self-destructive path.Married to addictionand divorced from self-control,you're willing to let your body dieand force your loved ones to watchjust so you can havea night of numbness.Your death isn't going to shock anyoneif you keep down this road.
my grand piano the winds are howling but I'll stay here and play my grand piano; the frost gathers on the panes and the cold edges into my marrow but I will stay here and continue to play my grand piano - and when the sheet music is done and the snow has drifted against my door
CultistOne day, we’ll worship rustand marvel how it claimedthe world of industrious metal,leaving nothing but slowingreddening struts, half-heartedangles reaching outward.We’ll dive into the wreckslooking for half-sparking wondersthat, when properly restored, gleaminto sputtering song or splittingpictures of different worldsand the faces of old Gods.
HowlDemons in the Skyas they go flying by,I hide one insideIt tears me apartand swallows my heartI burst into flamesand forgetmyuselessname