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
PrayerPlace your poemson the lips of angelsso you can teach their wingshow it feels to flyalways upward.Mark the summer eveningssoon to comewith the gracethat carried youamong us,warm and cherished softlyand know we will always placeyour wordsamong the stars.
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
All Hallows EveThey say that on this night the witches ride,that spirits walk and churchyards spew their dead. It isn’t true. It’s said the stench of hell infects the earthand healths of heated blood are downed. But Hamlet lied. The dead know nothing, the living less. There are only poets with blood-nibbed pens;souls hung between high heaven and deep hell.
The ArtistShe talked to rocks, asking them if they’d be happyTo leave their home for her newest installation pieceShe cried sometimes for no reason other thanShe felt like having a good cryHer house was covered in her students’ drawingsShe said the best art was produced from innocenceShe went mad once, and painted canvas after canvasIn furious strokes of blackThe soft blue world of youth at last faded, she grew oldPeople shook their heads when they saw herAnd whispered “poor dear” under their breathBut she was never poorHer love for everything and everyone never diedIt was swept in all directions like a summer breezeMaking people smile without knowing whyBut the river rocks know
growththere is nothing more beautifulthan the softness of a manyou love more thanthe earth(shaking, geode),a face gentle in sleepand ardent in morning;there is nothing more beautifulthan the first breathof your spring,your blooming dawn,the incomingof nothing but you(blossoming, emerging,here,you flourish)—here,you are growingand transforminginto something new,and there is nothingmore beautifulthan that.
RememberDon't close your heartTo the worldEven if it's cruelDon't see emotionsAs a sign of weaknessNo matter what others sayDon't ignoreThe ones in needHelp them insteadDon't thinkYou have to be toughTo be someoneAnd before you judge othersFor their issues and problemsRememberAlways rememberThe burdened heartsAre the most compassionate ones
HowlDemons in the Skyas they go flying by,I hide one insideIt tears me apartand swallows my heartI burst into flamesand forgetmyuselessname