Fate will make our paths cross
But is it what I want? My future is someone else's, and soon it will be yours.
People say we are for each other, but is it truly so? A companionable silence will follow but nothing will grow. They say time will bring us love
I think not. Acceptance will grow but not of love
Love eludes me in this destiny, this cage I'm trapped in
My choices are yours, your choices are others
We are what they define us to be.
Love for us - It's nothing but an illusion
The only love we will ever have is to forever be
With the idea of love.
At that moment in time
my heart was beating to loud to hear anything else
my tears were falling so fast
the rain could not compare
the look in my eyes gave it all away
the look in your eyes told me you were ready to let me in
could that have been your gaol?
reaching for the last thing that put me in control.
I just want you t know
that I can never let you go
If i could set flames to flowers
and if I could burn the memories
I would fly away with the ashes in the breeze
and i'll stare in to your bruised eyes from a distance
like two moons staring back at me
and I'll try not to listen
because every I love you was lie
Who invented the lie?
How smart was he
To make such an action
A gift to the ridiculed
A weapon to the a elite
A curse to the oppressed
Such a lovely thing
A lie can be
To hide true intentions
To tease the population
Yet so powerful it could be
To fool anyone
To lead people on
One great temptress
The best thing it does
Is to fool oneself
To forget everything
To live in your own world
Thus, it is used
Thus, it is loved
Thus, it is needed
By the likes of you and I.
Hope is a myth.
To live is to die, to die is to die, there is no hope.
I see the world ashen, aflame, burned, scorched, molten, squelched.
My soul thirst for that which is right; it cries out for goodness, is weeps for justice!
The world mourns the dead, I mourn the world.
All my rising is a burden, better had it been if I was never born than to witness the destruction of the world I came into.
Life is an unending road of burning tires and weeping mothers. All my hope is turned to despair.
In the lie
Lie all the beliefs
And in the belief
Die all the lies
From stories of "gods"
Who create the thunder
To the lies of love and kinship
Of societies and their wonder
Lied into religion
Educated about virtues and vice
Lied about a happy future
When happiness itself is a lie
When you break it down
Down to the last
Except that matter, everything else dies
So if its that we are all made up of,
From where did good and evil arise?
Where did the tales of myth come from?
How did this system surmise?
Wasn't it all supposed to make us feel happy?
Ah! But they were just plain lies
Lies to breed more further lies
And yet more to bear the older ones
Robbed of all the will in the world
Forced to believe the gods in the stars and the suns
Yet, the funniest irony about the beliefs
Was it a linguist's private joke?
An accident? Or just a plain riddle?
For does not every 'be-lie-f' we hold
Has a 'lie' right in the middle?
Lie to me.
Tell me that I am everything I never was.
Tell me that I am beautiful and watch me tremble and shake.
Look into my eyes and lie to my face, will you?
Why did I build my home
on such an unsteady foundation of lies and insecurity?
Time and time again, I swallow my grief
just to blink back tears and brush the truth away.
Stay where you are and do not come near.
Don't cause a land slide that will surely destroy me.
I will be crushed under the weight of so many lies weakly supported by kind intentions.
Hide the truth for me if you love me truly.
Cover my eyes and whisper into my ears: you are beautiful.
Protect me with your lies.
give me woozes everyday
I'm hammered on my own
is always slipping through
a filter of justifications
language misrepresents me
I don't think words that
spread ideas like intrinsic responsibility
are relavent outside of cults of personality
So I'd prefer to say
through a filter of new ideas
of what safe thoughts are in a fear house
Soft violet soup
gifting a brainhorse with a two by four
or convictions falling
out of atrophy
a lack of neccessity
I don't know
a letting go of an abusive tack
that pressed you to let go of joy
Oh I don't knoowoh
To find yourself a damaged adult
with a mind aimed at forgetfulness and
A new rage forms in tandem
with a promise
to a menacing question asked
by those who unfetttered their wallets
but that was ages ago
and now it's time for a letting go
at least that's
what the last night alone begot
but who is past that inside lie
that furthers time
well I can't see anyway
So fuck it I'll lose it or die.