There is no sweeter sin
Than seeing you.
There is no sweeter sin
Than when I'm alone with you.
There is no sweeter sin,
And we both know how sweet sin is.
Follow me and may we
Condemn ourselves together.

The more we pretend we're fixed
The more apparent it is:
We are a broken family.

It's late and I'm bled dry.
All words I contained
Are within me no more.
I never wanted to lose
What made me feel important,
But now I'm just empty.
I will miss my voice,
And I wish
It will miss me too.

I am not slave to my sins,
For I created them.
I am not innocent,
For I know my shame.

I am king,
For I have power...
I am judge,
For I have that right...
**no longer

The pain in my skin
Makes it abundantly clear
I'm not in love with you,
Or upset,
Or jealous,
Or angry,
Nor do I hate you.
I know now
I am obsessed with you

**** this shell we call flesh.
I am its victim and prisoner.
I cannot break free
Or fly away,
But I try still.
Oh if only you could see
What it was like to fly.
Or feel what it was like
To melt myself away.

How much you left behind.
The music in my ears,
The poems in my mind,
My strong faith that takes all fears.

You never could know
How beautiful you really areu

Poetic tides may rise and run away.
I am buried in the words I don't say,
For the actions I don't take
Force me fake
Feelings I don't own.
I show what must be shown.

*I hope that I don't do what I did to her
To you.

I used to be sad at those lyrics,
But now it's really true.
Someone drove her around
The same streets that I did.

Was it worth it
To be alone?
Or to want to be known
By someone worth ****?

Do we realize we're crazy
For trying to be sane?
Or are we the same,
So alone and too lazy?

Time just drags,
And I look at you.
Time still lags;
What can I do?

After the end of it all,
There's one thing I know:
Into the fall
It's hard to say hello.

Really is it crazy to be jealous of a smile?

Without closure how can we be comfortable?

I wake up and go back to sleep
Alone.

Different people,
That both only know one true language:
Poetry.

Standing in the cold,
Afraid to wave,
Afraid to look.
I wish that I could
Wait in the freezing with you.
Maybe to bring warmth,
But instead I move past.
Instead I try to forget,
And I wonder,
Was there something left unsaid?

You are more beautiful
In the cold

Is it so strange
To love?
Is it so strange
To want love?
Is it so strange
That I am alone?

Why do I have
To feel something
When you feel nothing?
I just can't be me again.
Not after that.

Trying hard
Is useless

I fell in love with a lover.
She fell in love with a world despite darkness.
Despite what she said.

I fell in love with a lover
That fell in love with me.

Goodbye, Natalie

There is growth within us.
There is strength inside.
We flow and we fall.
That day, I too cried.

I remember it as yesterday,
And I remember faithful
Wednesday.
You can forgive me, but I am not forgiven.

I am slave to myself.
I am slave to my ways-
Selfish, and angry,
Lonely, and cocky.

I am surrounded in by an army of friends,
Yet without something to fill that made up void.
I am alone to myself.

I am a coward.
I am a sinner.
I am a thief.
I am me.

And I haven't yet grown.

I saw my initials,
You wrote them there.
You say you hate me.
Go on ahead.
Don't doubt yourself,
I know I deserve it.

I'll say I've seen
Something far more beautiful
But the truth is
After you flew away,
I never saw another butterfly

An untuned guitar
Plays songs familiar.
A melody not strummed
Seems peculiar.
The song rises up
And bellows out.
My happy voice
Begins to shout.
I beg for a song-
I lose the tune.
My voice has gone.
I'm stuck not in bloom.

A shameful man I am
At age fifteen.
I break hearts and my own head.
Injuries to people
Though I'm empty inside.
In some way I need more.
Be it drugs, or ***.
But I could never do something good-
At least not for me.
And to my fears,
I'll add one more.

I know few words.
I'm not so bright.
I'd die by swords.
I'm not so nice.
I think I'm empty.
I cannot write.
I'm jealous of you,
While you're all right.
I'm flawed inside.
It's what I poorly say,
Yet in the end:
It's all okay.

Soft lips and fair skin.
Wise mind with lovely eyes.
Fragile you are
Yet somehow strong.
Stand tall.
I know it's been long.
Just forget my love.
I'll let it rise
Like a lonesome dove.

I lost touch with reality.
I lost myself like fatality.
Forgetting 'bout the outcome, this album stuck on repeat.
Tired of defeat, being left as the least. Out of control,
Out of my mind,
Losing games 'cause I ran outta time.
Don't matter know more.
Would you be mine?

Quiet symbols,
Empty spaces,
Tiny black holes,
Forgetting faces.
We're under pressure;
Out of time.
Broken leisure.
Boxed in mime.
We're covered in silence from head to toe.
We lost our places in the lines below.

A billion believers.
We're running like cheetahs.
Away from the fight
And into your arms.
They pray every night
There is no more harm.
But everyday,
The terror grows tough

I don't want to face you,
My eyes have their fear.
I know I'll just turn blue.
The day is so near.
I just wanted to tell you
Good luck in your light.
In the way that I loved.
There was no real fight.

Pulling the trigger is so easy.
I've killed you so often.
In this way I grow crazy,
Building my own coffin.

Somehow in this calm,
The chaos is most beautiful.
Somehow in this song,
The ugly is the fairest.
In everyway of this joy,
The pain: the most real.
Death draws us together.
Love rips us apart.
We hate one another
Pretty, human art.

Every day a new addiction,
Bleeding out my contradictions.
Soaring lower than even dirt,
My own soul begins to hurt.
I wish to be free;
To fly for me.
I am slave, though.
In everyway,
I've hit my low.

In this endless onward,
I will lose my name.
In this forgotten battle,
I'll inherit shame.
Suns set,
But rise behind us.
We forget our place
And the meaning is lost.

A cold screen can bring laughter
An old dream could bring failure
Walking on and standing still
All create or maybe ****

In times of distress
I lived unlike the best.
I followed three hearts;
Fell into fear.
Demons shrieked,
Angels cried;
Gods bled;
Devils died.
The end of all.
Fallen creation.

I lost my mind
I lost my heart
I became blind
I played my part
I tried to love
I tried hate
Not from above
Did I take
I rot in caves
I haunt in coves
I am a slave
I am a ghost

I trapped myself with fake situations
Creations of my mind.
Me, blinding myself with troubles I don't have. I finally figured it out. Things around me are not okay. They never really have been, and even if it can't get better. It is actually quite nice. Even if I shouldn't feel.

I still remember
Places I long to forget
Fake love all from you

Darkness is not lost
Light becomes dark in the night
Dreams live off the dark

Wind cannot bring life
Life does not bring good fortune
Fortune, lost in wind

I can't even try
I don't know what truly is
I can't see what's true

I remember the days I cried from a memory
I remember your face when I sang you a melody
I cherish these thoughts
I'll always hold them dear
Some scars are forever
But they make my heart clear
I'd rather it to hurt
Than to be forgotten
But I wonder now
Does it matter anymore?
I know that you hate me
But I still was once yours