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
EvolutionEvolutionis a silent process of changingwe realise from the result.It Can't Be The Target.
A DefinitionWords that mean the same as ‘gay’:Happy, bright, joyful.Queer and homosexual.Words that do not mean the same as ‘gay’:Weak, stupid, lame.Evil, abomination, shame.You got that?Okay.Because ‘gay’Is not an insult.
I'm Going NoWhereI'm Going NoWhere, But My Way Is Certain.
NadirHis shotgun smilesays it all -smell of rabbits matingin the basementkeeps him up at nightand he likeshis neighbor's daughteras she stands on tip-toein the back yard,peering through his windowor drowning kittens in the river.He keeps a razorin his bedroom,siphons after-shave througha loaf of breadand calls it magic,remembering how his teacherfound him naked,shoved into a closetand how she putmarbles in his mouthto keep him from speaking.His mother only laughedand told him to washhis clothes outin the bathtuband not drip wateron her carpet.Don't leave a witnesshis best friend said.Pictures have earsand walls can feellike familywhen God has seen your secrets.
ExelixiΕξέλιξηείναι μια σιωπηλή διαδικασία αλλαγήςπου αντιλαμβανόμαστε εκ του αποτελέσματος.Δεν Μπορεί Να Είναι Ο Στόχος.
LostLost –Like a vagabond.Split – At a four-waystreet, past any signsthat I comprehend.If I had I had it my way,I would cruise on the highwayand never stop.
Team In our days the word "team" only refersto basketball and football teams.
pillow talkthere are thousandsof tongues i couldmemorize; new wordsfor love tucked betweenteeth often bitingtoo hard.my chapsticked lipscould learn to bow togrammar laws incountries i'llnever visit.i could master writingsymphonies in syntax,spend hours penningvolumes in languagesof longing and love,but i'll never find aphrase that fits youthe way your body fitto mine, back bent.i'll never find a namefor how our lips tuckedtogether, for my handsin your hair, for therapture in your eyes.
adolescenceWe look up into the skyand see the stars as millionsof possibilities for us to wrap our handsaround and try, picking and choosingour favorite constellations like applesin the fruit aisle of a grocery store.We talk about our dreamsof leaving this townfar behind and far away,but we don’t talk about howleaving home means leaving each otherand each constellation we wrap our handsaround propels us into completely differentdirections. We want to hold on to each otheras much as we want to let go of this dustbowl,but we can’t have both,and that scares us.We look up into the skyand see how big the galaxy iseven when we can’t see 90% of itand we are suddenly aware of howsmall we actually are, barely grains of sand,barely specks of dust, barely here at all.We stop looking up and lookdown at our feet shuffling,worried and afraid for each otherbecause we barely sleep and failinga class means failing high school,failing to get into the dream college,fai
HowlDemons in the Skyas they go flying by,I hide one insideIt tears me apartand swallows my heartI burst into flamesand forgetmyuselessname