I am an artist, I am in love with love.
These rapturous prisons I can't dispose of
Have captured my heart, my mind, my pen,
For years upon years, but what happens when
I finally find one who feels that for me?
When metaphor comes real and all I see
Is the glint in the eyes of one who matters most?
Will she calm my thoughts, as the ghost
Of all my muses are laid to rest at last?
Or will she push me further, further past
The rhetoric of beauty and joy I've written of oft
as she continuously raises my heart aloft?

I'd like to know
But I never can
Who could capture my heart?
I'm an artist.
I'm in love with love.

I have slept all day
Life has failed to maintain me
I am way too tired

Man in my mirror
Your presence makes me feel sick
I wish you'd leave me

Man in my mirror
Why must you stare at me so?
All I want is me

Man in my mirror
I just can't shake the feeling
You're here forever

Man in my mirror
I despise your existence
Even though it's mine

Man in my mirror
Ev'ry hair on your body
Makes me hate it all

Man in my mirror
Stop tempting me to end it
I fear my own hand

Man in my mirror
You would choose to end my life?
You've pushed me too far

Man in my mirror
Clutching a bloodied knife close
I have to do it

You left me no choice
I've been abandoned by all
I will **** this man

A loud crack
and silence
I'm cast into darkness
Falling to violence
My restraints go slack

And I fall
Fall
Fall
Fall
Fall
Fall
Fall

Alone
In my mind
Alone

Without my art
I'm nothing

The light in your eyes sputters out
Your heart no long beating
Your lungs no longer breathing
"Wake up!" I scream and shout

But you're already dying in my hands

I just want it gone
I want it removed from me
I just want it gone

It torments me so
This monster between my legs
But this is our life

I'm yours forever
No matter how much I cry
You'll never leave me

I just want you gone
But life has other designs
Designs of hatred