If ever you forget
I will remind you

I stand before you

Bare, bold, naked

To hold a mirror

Against your hatred

He knew it was love when he awoke in the middle of a dream that felt like the answer to a prayer and he didn't care if it was god whispering the truth in his ear or the devil selling him a lie and he knew either way he would love her until this lifes last breath and find her again filling his lungs with the first of his next

Beauty is draining from the world at an alarming rate...

Nothing means anything anymore.

*** is just a past time and not an expression of anything, trust or otherwise.

Words mean little, often biting and cruel

Society has grown jaded and water is thicker than blood.

Family keep secrets and speak not to each other, but to the masks each has created.

Friends are not true and often hard to find....

Loneliness is an epidemic, and no one cares enough to find the cure.

with my head between my arms
and people screamin' all around

tryin' not to **** somebody

like a bored fish I'm out of breath
oh god, why did you make me..
and make me hate everybody ?

**** me already
I'm dead with feeling dread

and I can't relate to anybody

or anything that comes my way
and whatever I like goes away

so far away

and I'm just lost in my days
pretending to be in love with dark

fading and escaping
into a void every hour
with every scar that I'm keepin'

I'm afraid to share
what I've been dreamin'

if I pray would I be spared
can I leave them behind
do you go to hell for
thoughts that are stuck in your mind ?

caught this time
I swear I'll be a good kid next rhyme

when is it enough ?
to stop lying
does it matter when I'm crying,
will that save me ?

will that save me from trying

I'm so tired
of this sun shining all the time
can I paint it black
with sulphur and smoke
bleach and choke it
until it is fine

like I am
when they ask me my name

I wish I could drink all the rain
so they'll know my thirst

flood them with my pain
so they'll realise my hurt

look, a flower in the dirt
and they keep repeatin'

how they saw it first
the flower in the dirt


so why don't you pick it up ?