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The music blares, to drown out the thought, That all of my struggles, they were for nought. I can't believe that I fell for the trick they call life. All it has brought me is countless strife.
Tonight, the walls have listening ears A symphony of sounds from our drunken years A thought as well, in its makeshift wonder Will be most inaudible to a mind of clutter I will pass among them,...
There is a knife deep in the engine that pumps my blood My heart it's own destructive beats the rhythm of loss I peer into the mirror to find a distortion of my own image My eyes float...
I have strayed into the chaos of your dimension. Corrupted by your words of temptation. O puss, what have you done to me. Spoilt me an assortment, Of ballads & allegory.
I'm stuck in this town, Walking around and around, Searching feverishly for green leaves, Or just a fresh breeze, ...Please.
Words spill out from me. A vocabulary lost, devoid of all meaning, The endless monologue will never explain; Revelations into the soul are pointless.
Obscure, like I am, Like words in an untouched book The pages unturned; A mystery unfurls. Speak not of my deeds, But yet of my faith Tears on a parched page Leaves as crisp as words.
You may not believe it, Nor guess or perceive it, Sad you say. Here's the truth so hear it You think your self to be unknown, Unnoticed, unseen, While all the time I'm watching you.
A candle lonely in the night, speaks out to the stars above, in gushes of burning delight, of a spirit that she once knew, that now roams free above the Earth, that perhaps they've neighbored or come...
Life is like walking on a razorblade. One slip and your split in two, persecuted for things you didn't even think to do.
Cold and flaccid, with the old smell of loneliness. Solitude, at night, no stench of beauty, nor perfect sunrise.
I whisper gently into an eternal dream. Come to me. Chasing shadows in a dark room. Illusive voices calling me. Come to me. I lay my plans on a floor of glass. Transparent yet it only reflects myself.
Hit me beat me kick me Take away my freedom Burn my eyes from my sockets You couldnt sway heart even if you literally tore it from my chest...
I've traded in my well-worn, Pasted-on smile, For the less-attractive, Undesirable reality Of a semi-vacant, Underwhelmed Me.
When the toll of Life is more than I can bear to hear. When darkness prevents me from seeing the sunlight. I try to look for the answer and it's nowhere to be found.
The sakura branch is A blade for the eyes’ scope, And a scabbard for sleep. The blossom of Sakura - Drinking vase’s hope, Enslaved to time’s chaos.
"Sundog" As I ran to my beloved, The names of the gods fell from my mind - Yet he is so nimble. So glowing with pride.
Why. Why must life me so unfair, with so much hate, and despair. Why must people die, people cry, people lie. Why can a soul never be free. Why do the tools of oppression capture you and me.
It's funny how hello is always accompanied with good-bye. It's funny how remembering good memories can make you cry. It's funny how forever never seems to really last.
Everything we've done up to this point has bought us to where we are in fashion music art and dance in feeding morals arsony in drugs and teeth and fruit and sharks in thin red wine in coffins law in...
Struggling from the womb ends thy life in a tomb. Everyone's behind u, when they r in need. Everyone's near, when u r in graveyard.
When life gives you lemons, throw them straight back. Your head it does pound; you're under attack. And the world slips away from your reach, this day, You can't get it back; it just wanders away.
Crawl. Into the corner. Into the small corner of the wall where no one can see you and you do not exist. Climb quickly. Climb quickly to the top.
Here I stand 'twist the cup and the lip. My mind in a whirl, an hallucinary trip. Cast into outer darkness, away from it all. Afraid of the outcome, afraid of the fall.