I would still live with these cuts on my paper skin
Like how you could sleep every night with all that sin
You can drain all my blues and burn all my greens
Still I could treat you the same way as how we have been
Jan 1, 2021
Jan 1, 2021 at 10:25 AM UTC
AND WHEN YOU'RE COVERED BY RIDDLES OF WHAT TO FEEL
IN THE WAY HE DANCES HIS WORDS, YOU QUESTIONED WHAT IS REAL
YOU BECOME A POET TRYING TO RHYME THE LINE YOU'LL SAY
AND HE AS PAINTER WHO PAINTED YOU A RAINBOW WITH THE SHADES OF GRAY
Dec 15, 2019
Dec 15, 2019 at 11:23 AM UTC
His words were bullets, his mouth was a gun
And in everything he said, he never knew he killed someone.
Mar 19, 2019
Mar 19, 2019 at 12:09 PM UTC
Clothe me pain of my own sweet demise
Facades of you and your blind paradise
Coat me sugar with your deceiving eyes
How sweet it is kissing each other's lies
Jan 11, 2019
Jan 11, 2019 at 10:49 AM UTC
Plant me a rose, plant it down on my skin
Dig it to my flesh, wound what make sin
Grow the thorns until it pierce my heart
Let the four chambered wall torn apart
Crimson flowers, bloom towards my skin
Turn me into something, I've never been
Watered by blood, drain the endless pain
Nourished the knife that blood stained
Flower of thorns open my beating chest
No one saw the beauty, let them see the rest
Darkened blood and the broken promises
A garden to have, to care that wishes
Grow into me garden I've always wanted
Dreams I seek and the love I've pleaded
Creep into me bouquets of flowery blood
Just this time give me what I can't have
Nov 18, 2018
Nov 18, 2018 at 9:34 PM UTC
The curtain had risen now the play must start
Put on the stupid mask and wear your fake heart
Say all the lines clear so they must not have to hear
That all your smiles are sobs and all your laughs are tear
Give them the show, the one they always want
Your pain is amusing, entertain them with stunts
If they want you to be stabbed and cut by a sword
Close your mouth, just follow, don't say a word
For no one cares if it will cut that **** deep
After all you're just an actor forced to play the script
Nov 17, 2018
Nov 17, 2018 at 7:28 PM UTC
Bleed until I was broken
Was life still worth it?
Gone from my safe haven
Should I jump towards the pit
Shallow mind so I can't complain
Stuck in this void, in this crowd
Even I, don't know my pain
So I could not be that loud
I failed to live so must to die
Maybe I could have breathe
Put me in the coffin away to life
In that way maybe I could live
Nov 16, 2018
Nov 16, 2018 at 11:45 AM UTC