Life is a lie, a false reflection
We see nothing but pain and much deception
The world is a cold, foreboding place
That many of us are afraid to face
Apr 29, 2015
Apr 29, 2015 at 3:06 PM UTC
These wings are meant to fly high above the city
High above all of mankind's worry and pity
Away from the chaos, the guns and the knives
We fly to utopia where we may live peaceful lives
Apr 28, 2015
Apr 28, 2015 at 11:51 AM UTC
Red blood when you look into these eyes
Say goodbye to these heartfelt lies
The darkness inside is breaking free
"You're going to die" says the demon beside me
Apr 28, 2015
Apr 28, 2015 at 11:49 AM UTC
I have but one wish, and that is to see
To see the ocean and hear it call out to me
At the edge of the bay where all is calm
The waves crash against my feet, urging me on
Onward towards light, onward towards life
Towards my destiny that hold nothing but strife
Apr 27, 2015
Apr 27, 2015 at 7:03 PM UTC
Lights, lights
Spinning overhead
Night, night
Falls instead
Bite, bite
He's under your bed
Spite, spite
Is what fills his head
So goodnight, goodnight
You'll soon be dead
Apr 27, 2015
Apr 27, 2015 at 4:18 PM UTC
Out on the lake, the glistening moon
Dances about, sparkling like an animated cartoon
Light bouncing off the water, leaping around
Yet not a single boat to be found
There is nobody to behold such a beautiful sight
Because all humans are filled with spite
Who would let them corrupt something so pure?
Not you or I, so we shall keep this lake obscured.
Apr 27, 2015
Apr 27, 2015 at 4:16 PM UTC
I have lived several lives, all separate from thee
My feet touch the clouds, my body is free
But this life means naught without you by my side
Without you everything is dark and I wish to hide
To hide in the woods, among the animals that call
That call to the darkness that consumes us all
For life is an illusion that holds us tight
Next to the reaper that comes in the night
The world will go on without you and I
The winds shall still howl and the birds shall still fly
This earth is peaceful, my darling, my dear
But it must come to to an end, like all things queer.
Apr 27, 2015
Apr 27, 2015 at 4:12 PM UTC
My friend lies fallen
Cold and dead
On the ground beside me
My cousin dies
Before my eyes
A bullet put through his head
Now only I stand
Alone in these barren fields
And I wonder, is it worth the pain?
Is it worth the fight?
Is it worth staying up all night,
Worrying about what is to come
Dreading the sight of a rising sun?
Now I see
The enemy comes
Ready to finish me off.
I grasp my gun
Then fire and run
Hoping when there is no hope left
That I may survive
Against all odds
That I may strive
For a better cause
Then this blasted thing called warfare.
Apr 27, 2015
Apr 27, 2015 at 4:09 PM UTC
Happiness is naught but an illusion
One may grasp at it, but never hold it.
Life is merely a path.
One may follow it, but never stray from it’s desired course.
Time is a river, seeming to flow onward forever.
‘Till it ends at the ocean.
Try to escape death as we may, it will always catch up to us.
And then it shall hold thou in it’s cold yet warm hands.
Apr 27, 2015
Apr 27, 2015 at 4:09 PM UTC