It's easier said than done
Silence when they draw the gun
No way to escape
Try to run
Screaming...
****** ******
What did this become

La-la looping around ties
Must be scary
Time must fly
It's too late to try and hide
****** ******...
My
Oh
My

When the sugar hits my mind
I lose the sense to make sense
Complicated caffeinated composure
Crafted by this new exposure
Is it me that I am seeing
Running so fast through the hour
Elevated so high up
On this rush-built tower
But then there is a crash
And when it crashes it crumbles
And I fall as fast as I flew
What a rollercoaster sugar is

You throw your words like a boomerang.

Expecting it not to come back, it will, in fact,
Yet for every word you try and throw, the **** thing comes back faster than the first, with a burst of speed, like hatred you feed, things come and go till you're drained and you're bleeding...

Your words will come back to you...and typically when you're not prepared...

Every promise
Every declaration
Every compliment
Insult
Curse
Threat...




They come back and with the amount of force you're throwing that boomerang, I should probably call an ambulance, cop, and a lawyer...you're going to need a memorial.








Moral of the story, don't throw the boomerang if you don't plan on catching it...cause that **** will thwack you on the head...and it will hurt...and you will die. And I won't even try to cry.

I look in the mirror
You're [b]u[e]g[u]l[t]y[iful]
And I see something inside
A bug
And although, It was there
Too fragile
I analyzed its features
A m~****~o~er~t~fly~h
The wings were so complex, yet so light
Delicate, breakable...
There seems not to be a point in its creation...
It's bothersome...just a symbol
I've seen both of them get eaten by a dragonfly
Ripped their wings right off...
Something like that makes me wonder why.

Localize broken eyes,
Fated lies, go retry
Snapping till you awake,
Come back for your own sake,
Testing blows, it's music,
Melodies make me sick,
Hefty stack on the way,
Laughing out, celebrate,
Open skies, nothing new,
Sun outshines all the blue,
Flooded land, rushing green,
Endless too, such a scene,
Fleeing fast, go away,
Made money for the day,
Fortunate, for my head,
Checkmate, kings, i'm not dead

What's this pit of butterflies doing in my stomach?

Dancing in the dark like there won't be another start...

When did the sky become so black?

I can feel it's pressure click like a living trap...

When did Fear starting leaving its home?

It never really looked away from its phone...

When did the good of this world fall?

It's started with the butterflies, of all...

Open your eyes, love
Remove the debris from the corners
The sun is always up above
Get out of the fantasy
Erase those borders.


Be more selfless
More loving
More caring
More of what you wish was there when you felt your worse...

Because adding to fire won't save the forest.
And without the trees, we all suffocate.
Restrict the fire and even if we save one tree, we've won.
Just because you don't save as much as you would like
It doesn't mean that saving any less is pointless.


It's a matter of perspective.
Change the world,
But to do that, you'll have to open YOUR mind
One tree can bring many
And many trees can disappear by one flame


One will leave you empty
One will fill you with life

It's a game in the sand when you get something from me,
Sight the clouds in the sky when the suns too bright to see,
It's all strange in my head, when did shadows start to breathe,
All is fun 'til someone makes you see reality.

You like what you see when I fake being happy,
They will see hope when I see my neck snapping,
A cry in the dark leads the bullets right to me,
Sound the sirens when the chains start to take what once was free.

Don't you know the real from the fake,
Grab a hand in case, must I pray, for your sake,
No one knows knives from pillows till they lay down,
Next time you see, know a grin from a frown.

Where'd you get this joy,
Can I tell you a secret,
Did you know that there's a game,
Something fun and it's recent,
We call it Child's Play,
It will be pretty neat,
Let us play it today,
It will be something sweet,

As the timing goes on down,
Or does it escalate,
Let there not be any sound,
All will participate,
Let us go gathering in,
This may just numb your mind,
It is a child's game,
And it is one of a kind!


- ɛռƈօʀɛ -



Whispers into distant darknesses
Mend to your battle stations
One by one the flies fall down and then
Hourglasses lose their sand

Ticking tocking goes the clocking
Don't you run to hidden places
Wipe those tears from off those eyes
We don't like sudden somber faces

This is what we call child's play
No matter what you people say
We play until we cannot think
There is that joy that won't decay

I guess we have to play it smart
So carefully listen to me
There's no sense in playing at dark
There are demons coming for me

There's no sense in playing at dark.
There are demons coming for me.

Like mentos running from a shark,
I'm lost inside a massive sea.
.
.
.
Someone, please come to help free me.
.
.
.
Just like a moth, you'll forget me.

Tell me you love me
Never forget me
Take me right out to town.

Birds of a feather
Flock out together
A fate so grand is bound.

The tears of many
A ***** penny
Turn our world upside down.

When we are lonely
No one to hold me
Now all there is are frowns.

Whisper love, mister
I'll touch your kisser
Make your night good tonight.

Sell you my body
My soul is rotting
I pretend I'm alright.

I could scream loudly
No one would hear me
It won't change anything.

Even if I crawl
Die as I lose all
Clipping my only wing.

Tears of a rainfall
Fear of what I saw
No way this life exists.

I need a ###man
Take out my lights and
There won't be any risks.

Ghosts don't go missing
It won't change something
Guess this is how it is...

I sat down,
Watching it all fall around me,
Until it all went dark,
And the last thing that was intact was the click,
That never came back.

Tick-tock
On the clock
Here I am
I'm Falling
Down and Down
Falling Down
Don't you hear that calling
I'm to blame
What a shame
Wonder why I'm balling
Tears go down
Like a frown
Lost the choice of walking

I've made a mistake yesterday
Thought I was finally ready to fly...
I asked around, a circle of trust
If I should contact a guy...
I wanted his number, I felt we were cool
I thought there was a good vibe
Everyone was conflicted, no one had depicted
My next choice would break down my sky...
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I mustered up lost courage
The little bit I had left
That was entwined in a very poor light.
I pulled on my pants
The mental left strands
And I covered the shadows in my sight.
I called his job, I go there so much
I had no idea what was to come.
I told him it was I, and I had a question to ask
I felt myself starting to feel dumb.
.
.
.
.
I alerted him then
Not to take it a weird way
And I said it was going to be awkward.
He silently listened
There was nothing I felt was different
And so I went onto a path that was harder.
I asked for his number
Not to be a bother
But just so that we could be friends
right..
He silently hurt me
Then proceeded into killing
He took it the wrong way, assumed I was flirting
Ouch...
I giggled in a worry
No, please don't mistake me
I'm just asking to be just friends
Ugh...
He silently left me
The phone left me empty
He hung up like I didn't exist...
Oof...*
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.
.
It's not his fault,
I was the one who called,
I should have taken the conflicting gut as a sign
But I had no idea,
If I didn't make an effort...
All the courage would have been for nothing...
And I've never felt bolder
I never felt as confident
I just needed to jump out my shadow.........
.
.
.
.
But I fell right back in
I've drowned and died again
It's become much denser and even colder...

The worst type of judgment is the judgment of someone who can turn a bomb into a flower but remains silent instead.

Behind the cell of a crystal jail
We talk about our lives in hell
I call upon you to come to me
But every time our union fails
The signal must have interception
Or else it was never meant for us to come together
People use to praise these crystal jails
But I really feel our lives before them were better.
So don't you forget about me
Because this story has been written before us
I meet you, we fall, you float and I ball
The only embrace I have is for impact
And you'll have another person you'll be with in no time
Almost like we never met on these crystal jails
Forever a haunting memory on my end, and a mistake on yours
But don't you forget about me...
Because when you had no one, I was there
Or maybe you should forget...
set me free

I may not have it worse.
My problems may not seem or be as big as others...
But listen to this one thing; something I can't change...
Even if I wanted to.

I'm cursed.
I'm not sure how it happened.
Don't know which parent ****** up a witch's morning...
But I have a theory.

Once upon a time, I was a child.
As a child, something I've always wanted was a companion.
Yes, I wanted the ultimate friend (and sometimes foe) - A soul mate.
Though I didn't know where it came from at the time, I soon discovered more to that desire.
It started with my first friend.
He was such a charming guy, like a wolf with dog traits.
He was the first reason.
Soon, I discovered another guy, but with skin a pretty as snow and a voice as absent as a winter night's sound.
That was my second reason.
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.
.
You know how this'll go.
I've come to realize that I wanted more than a soul mate. I wanted a lover...or a romantic soul mate...
But I've never received that one desire among many...


I'm not the boldest moth, nor am I the most secure ghost.
If I see a light, no matter how awe-inducing, I won't get closer unless I know I won't get stung...
I like to watch it from afar.
You know...feel it's smile warm me...
But I'd never get too close. It always ends badly...


How many times do I have to get stung before I find a light that won't sting me...?
Why can't I have a light that'll find me...?
Same goes for other moths I befriend...
.
.
.
I attempt to keep moths around, but no matter what I do...they leave as if I died.
They move, they disconnect, and they disappear...
...Oh wait, I'm a ghost moth.
.
. - Wait!
.
.
I never said I chose to be a moth...or a ghost. I never wanted this life...and I never asked to be cursed.

I've come to realize that I always end up alone, but I only ever hear that it's never my fault.

Some moths think I should just settle for the light from the stars...because I get that light without much effort...but do they not realize the damage of having to stretch my wings to reach a star...
.
.
Just to find out that they could care less about who you are...
.
.
Yeah, no.






But anyway, to end this...because I don't want you to get bored of little ole me, which you most likely are, cause no one would read my life...unless I keep continuing to destroy it.
.
.
.
I am cursed...and I have absolutely no ******* idea how or what I did or what I can do to stop it.

i can see you,
you aren't invisible and neither am i,
But you're like smoke, slipping through my fingers.
i can't reach you,
i can't hug you,
No matter how far i stretch for you,
No matter how loud i scream,
How hard i cry,
How big i smile,
you're like a work of fiction that i can't experience,
But i'd like to.
i do want you.

i'm overwhelmed that i'll wake up,
And we won't get to hold each other,
So filled with emotion,
i could turn into smoke.
.
.

Into the jungle
Out of the fire
Running in dungeons
No wonder I'm tired
Lacking a motive
Is breathing a value
My gloom's implosive
A contagious vacuum.
Is that a chest
Should I give it stress
I just want to rest
But looting is best
Now I've gotten out
And I even shout
Abruptly, I doubt
When was this a route?
A dream in a dream
Nothing's what it seems
I've fallen in a line
A circle, I mean
Maybe I've been trapped,
No, forward or back
Forever in time
I can't find the cracks
I guess it's the end
I'm lost in the wind
Well, isn't this sad
Guess I'll try again.

Rapid fire, now ambushed by formal liars,
Impatience becomes required in silence settled in choirs,
I cannot contemplate writers who sit in darkness when tired,
Faithful that they will be rescued by someone who wasn't hired,
Why does freedom even have taxes we wouldn't ever get back,
Places branding for fame and hiding all of their regrettings,
Yet looking right in the mirror and seeing the rising prices,
Taking fortune for its own while we're glaring at their dices,
I'm tired of ******* looking, breaking into all my dreams,
Killing them all completely,
Leaving me feeling empty...
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.
.
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A moment of silence,
To those that belong,
A soul of potential,
Trapped within a song,
A right without vows and,
A will without bows and,
A place full of broken dreams,
Dead on the ground...
How do I sound...?
.
.
.
We are so ******* now...

You'll wish you were dead, you shouldn't play with fire,
Now I am in your head, your underneath my tire,
Please rest your soul on the bed, bounded down to my game,
Heed the words I have said, I'll make you go insane.

It's like a crazy wonderland,
Nothing looks weird to me,
Of course, It's mad to the sane,
But that's what you may see,
Like I am a Cheshire cat,
Smiling ear-to-ear,
A prey as small as a rat,
You will only feel fear...


Let's change the vibe, ѕнαℓℓ ωє...


Black and white, a checkerboard,
Your battlefield for my playground,
A cat, a mouse, four claws then squeaks,
You will never ever be found,
Don't think I pursued you, My҉ d҉ear҉,
I can't summon any demons,
You did, however, summon me,
Your act will be judged as treason....



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