Seductive anchor,
News seems deceptively tame;
Anesthetic helps!

The self is the spring of all things—
Of all emotions and feelings,
Of all wonders and dreaming;
Of all horrors and betrayals,
Of all evil and deceptive portrayals.

Still lying in bed
Thoughts of you still going through my head
Why did you carry it on so long
If all you was gonna do was do me wrong
You knew I was already broken
Did you need my heart as a token
Did you want to see if you could make someone die
Rip their soul out and make them cry
I hope karma does her job
I hope you are the next to sob
The only thing I did was love you
But you made me pay those dues
I've got to pull myself togeather
But lay in bed is what I'd rather
But I have a job and bills
Despite my depressive ills
I want the pain to stop
But it seems to be all I've got
Guess I'll just go back to my old life
No love, no strife
All those months wasted
All of the love I tasted
You threw me away in just one message
Without even a hint of presage
Can anyone save me
I'm going down and I don't mean maybe
Send my spirit to the sky
I just want to die

she is
a pretty little flower
but beware
of the poison
that runs deep
in her roots.

You're beautiful,
just like a poisonous flower.
So my eyes betray me,
and I crave just a taste.
I reach out for the brightest berry,
and you wrap me in your arms.
Deceptively sweet,
growing with each dose I intake.
But I consume too much of you,
and I overdose;
falling victim to a beautiful death.

Everyone pretends to be a saint in the daylight.
But, when the lights go off and the darkness overtakes,
Their hidden demons crawl out and play.