I haven't slept in days.
It's like something...
is missing.
My mind is just a haze,
It's like something...
is forgotten.
Maybe it's just a phase,
It's like something...
is changing.
My morals in a craze,
It's like something...
is wrong.
Oh god, oh god, oh god.
What is wrong with me?

Just before glass breaks,
Does it know it's death is near?
Is it fear or bliss?

Good never came down to say he exists,
He expects me to find him in miles of mists.
                                              Evil has never whispered in my ear,
                                              If he did, it was always too quiet to hear.
    Both speak in silence, even if you pray,
                                              But the silence expects you to live to obey.
                    What you call a tragedy, I call a song.
                    Nobody told me what's right and what's wrong.

How much time did I spend?
Sitting on the bed. Throwing darts. Reading books.
or rather, how much time did I waste?
And more importantly, how much do I have left?

I have been dying,
Right from the very first day.
I am finished now.

I sat on the bed, hunched.
If a gargoyle isn't being looked at, does it move?
Silent, hideous celebration of the dark.
All this is well and good.
But statues are made of stone.

Same ****, different day.
The wheel never stops turning.
So I set the bomb...

So you think there are monsters that wander at night?
Witches and demons behind every blight?
Laughing hysterically, evil incarnate,
Sowing your fields with their parasites?

So you think there are devils that live in your ear,
Right next to the angel that you never hear?
Examine them closely, and I think you'll find,
None of your actions are from puppeteers.

So you think there are angels that watch over you,
Because they've got nothing that's better to do?
Letting you suffer, sometimes for fun,
Maybe that's why angels go to hell too.

So you think the demons and angels are fighting,
Scratching and clawing and screaming and biting?
Come now, you know it, that if that were true,
Don't you think clouds would be way more exciting?

No, I think you know there's no God in the sky,
No Satan below who can be your bad guy,
No good, no evil, no nothing at all,
We invented them back when our stories got dry.

Scapegoats live down below politics,
Blame is our addiction, and we need our fix,
But there isn't an evil that was ever real,
Because sin didn’t die on a crucifix.

I am alone, I am alone,
I am the dead, surrounded by stone.
I am afraid, I am afraid,
I am the darkness concealing the blade.
I am the chemicals telling your brain,
Living correctly is for the insane.
And every time that you listen to me,
You are why I continue to reign.

If ever there was,
It is now, tomorrow, then.
Oh god, when am I?

Why is my mind so full of lies?
Till truth is the only thing I despise,
I live for the false, but live in the true,
It's boolean logic. It's long overdue.

And just like that,
I'm burning.

One, one,
I am the sun,
One, one,
And the fire from your gun.

One, two,
*******

One, two, three,
Somebody **** me

One, two,
Run you through.
Three, four,
Even score.

One, one, one,
Time to have some fun.
Two, two, two,
No need to subdue.
Three, three, three,
Now you'll never be free.
Four, four, four,
Your pain I'll ignore.
Five, five, five,
STOP BEING ALIVE

Six boys in blue are walking by,
Find a child who'll do or die.
Then one dies, to feed the flies,
They were caught off by surprise.
Five boys in blue are walking by,
With a child who cannot cry,
Then one dies, to feed the flies,
He looks into the flaming skies.
Four boys in blue are walking by,
They use the child to petrify,
Then one dies, to feed the flies,
Boys in blue say their goodbyes.
Three boys in blue are walking by,
Use the child to horrify,
Then one dies, to feed the flies,
Pumping lead into both eyes.
Two boys in blue are walking by,
They shoot the red boys, eye for eye,
Then one dies to feed the flies,
Screaming just to end their lives.
A boy in blue is walking by,
He knows they're coming, says goodbye.
Then he dies, to feed the flies,
The child ends him to terrorize.

I am One,
My god is the sun.
One and two,
Now I hate you.
One, two, three,
A killing spree.
One, two, three, four,
I like this one, she's my *****.
One, two, three, four, five,
Very few of us survive.
One, two, three, four, five, six,
Maybe it's cuz you're ******* ******.
One, two, three, four, five, six seven,
Each a sin which keeps me from heaven.

One, two, three, four,
I remember life before.
Five, six, seven, eight,
I'm not someone to agitate.
One, two, three, four,
Bring him to me, shut the door,
Five, six, seven eight,
Only death will liberate.
One, two, three, four,
Born to live in times of war.
Five, six, seven, eight,
I was made to mutilate.
One, two, three, four,
Vile and evil at my core.
Five, six, seven, eight,
I need screams to meditate.

One, two, three,
Beneath the tree,
Beg forgiveness, your final plea.
Four, five, six,
Breaking the sticks,
Pray to your broken crucifix.
Seven, eight,
Escape your fate,
I'm following you through the gate.
Nine and nine,
The stars align,
Ripping out your ******* spine.

One, two, two, three,
Counting down to killing me.
four, five, five, six,
Rowing down the River Styx.
Seven, eight, eight, nine,
These emotions aren't mine,
ten, ten, ten, ten,
Die to see the light again.

I am tired of love poems.
Every ****** one blends into the same river of broken hearts,
of incomplete souls and endless meaningless metaphors.
Love isn't a glimpse of divinity,
it's not the sun or the moon,
it's not the rain or a kiss.
Love is a glimpse of yourself,
it's the end of reason,
and it is every fool's poetry.
So for all the artists of the world,
I want you to know something.
So long as you try,
love isn't something you will ever understand.
So please, just write about something else...

I believe that tomorrow, we will all die.
Flaming hail will burn down everything we love,
our schools, our homes, our friends,
the hospitals with old women with cancer and young men with broken bones.
Everything we know and love is going to be destroyed sooner or later, and there is nothing we can do to stop it. Nothing.
We are a quark, in a proton, in a hydrogen atom in a water molecule in an endless, finite sea.
Nothing that he or she, you or me will ever do will matter.
We are blowing through the winds of time,
like dust.
Just as we were once.
Just as we will be.
We are all trapped underground, knowing only darkness all our lives.
We will never see the even a fraction of the light that exists, because it all runs from zero to infinity.
I believe we are all blind, trapped, stupid little creatures,
who scream at the walls of their cage they call existence.
I believe we are cruel, pathetic, beautiful little specks,
who are taught that they are pure, and strong and proud.
I believe mankind is plagued by it's own nature,
self-imposing an endless series of limitations, if only not to be alone.
We call this prison our identity, and we will **** before we are free.
I believe humans are the greatest hypocrites of all time,
a pure and unfettered arrogance across them all.
I believe that the world is no better or worse than it was when we arrived.
It is all just the same, a blend of good and evil that is indescribable.
I believe that to believe in God is a blind man dreaming color,
and if he ever sees the light he will gouge his eyes again.
It is better to see a God who is just than one who is indifferent,
who recognizes your meaninglessness.
I believe that everything I've just said is wrong, because I only know that I know nothing.
And maybe that's wrong too.
Maybe I know everything, and everyone else is wrong, and human understanding truly does reach God.
But then again, what are the odds of that?
Either way, let's make the most of the moment we have on this ugly, beautiful rock.

Sitting at a desk,
pretending to pay attention to the professors monotone.
He wasn't always so dead.
He used to love baseball.
He would crack a wooden stick into the ball and watch it fly.
He would revel in the roar of the crowd.
Like it was all just a beautiful dream.
Now he teaches English.
His joy has been swallowed like tobacco between his now rotting teeth.
His life is a series of graded essays and Shakespearean words he barely understands.
It is as if his only joy is the memories.
Class will stop for 10, 15 minutes at a moments notice because suddenly he is lost in the memories and he can remember when life was good.
That is what life can never take from him.
At least for now.

The world held it's breath,
Summer months of broiling heat.
Then the clouds exhaled.

Ashes to ashes,
dust to dust.
When answers are hidden,
what can you trust.
Wind to wind,
dusk to dawn.
There for a moment,
But suddenly gone.
Fire to fire,
Beginning and end.
Go through the cycle,
and never ascend.
Life to life,
it's always the same.
This world is unchanging,
Except for the name.

I'm dying, an inch at a time.
Unfortunately for you
It's a journey of a million miles.

Spinning around and around and around,
No love to be seen, no peace to be found.
Watch the shed, the shed, the shed,
Smash into cars and create more dead.
Falling down and down and down,
Into the water, starting to drown.
Fly away and away and away,
But the things you've seen, forever will weigh.

A lonely spider,
No bigger than a tack.
He has built his home,
A sturdy web between two great wooden pillars,
Overlooking the lake.
His silk is strong as steel.
His web is a silent monument to his will.

The world is burning,
Black snowflakes twirl through the air.
This is more magical than any childhood flurry,
This is destruction, beautiful and complete.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
I can hear them sinking into pits of tar.
"Please, please, please" they cry.
Only I can hear them.
I will do nothing.

Life is a pile of steaming, smelly *******.
Why can't I live my own life?
Why can't I make my own mistakes?
It's because I am nothing.
I am the shadow in the back of the classroom,
Who disappears when you turn your head.
I am a shifting wind,
Your drug dealer.
Your best friend.
Your enemy.
I am no-one at all, and you know not my name.
Not because you don't care.
Because I don't have one.

Alone in a crowd,
A drop in a cloud.
Trapped in my own mind.
I smile and laugh,
Give my autograph,
But the lights are making me blind.
Alone and surrounded,
Happiness unfounded,
But I just put up a grin.
My mask is imploding,
From people's corroding,
So I will reveal what's within.

Trapped in a nightmare,
Silent screams for somebody.
Best to laugh, not cry.

Crime scenes made by people who bathe in sin,
Are the just the same as haunted ****** love.
Strips are ripped and teared from the victims skin,
Guilty fingers shrouded in leather gloves.
Mistresses use swords to steal men away,
Militants use words to cut off their head.
Books are painted in fifty shades of gray,
A masterpiece in fifty shades of red.
There is a reason love is called a fall.
Jumping from cliffs above to rocks below.
Juliet is dead from the lion's maul,
Romeo is rotting beneath the snow.
To love is to be stabbed in every eye,
Emotions make it kind to slowly die.

If I had power and wasn't made of flesh,
My blood would flow like rivers through the sands.
No one would live from France to Bangladesh,
I'd be an angel formed with blackened hands.
My godliness would end the lives of those,
Who dare to take a life that isn't theirs.
The fathers and their children come to blows,
The young would eat the old to be their heirs.
Men would neither run nor try to hide,
They'd know that I have come and I am fate.
A thousand men chose loving as their guide,
But billions fell pray to wretched hate.
I'd slay until there's nothing to be slain,
Until there's nothing left to bring me pain.

One minute we're walking,
It's a beautifully sunny day.
I can feel her arms already.
Now we're in a cop car,
Bulletproof glass on all sides.
No way out.
This was supposed to be for murderers,
In those ****** crime shows I watch.
Now I'm off to court.
I ****** everything up.

We're just 1 mole of inches away,
Just 9,501,262,626,262,624,256 miles away.

While I'm being taken,
To a paradise home,
Where all my dreams wander,
And all my friends roam,
She's being held down,
Trapped in a glass room.
She's held there alone,
Because it's her tomb.

I am sickly, weak and broken,
From all the words I leave unspoken.
I am plagued, hurt and deranged,
From the curses I leave unchanged.
I am full of expectations,
I have fully crafted plans.
I have names for operations,
I won't achieve with my own hands.
I walk through worlds and I'm displeased,
But it isn't these lands that are diseased.

The world is shattered.
I can hardly see the truth.
But is it enough?

Does He care if I eat pork?
How about when I ****?
Well what if I only do it for the thrill?
What about meat and cheese?
Does He care about that?
Does he care about knives I put in alley cats?
Does He know all the things that I hide under cloaks?
Can he see through all my ****** red mist?
Did He make me a broken, angry angel...
Does he even exist?

My body is formed
With the genes of the old tribe.
Long may they prosper

I'm a foreigner,
In the land I was born to...
So this is real pain.

People like to talk about love,
But only when they say it made them feel.
I once thought that I could live for one,
When it was over I knew it wasn't real.
We wipe our keyboards with ******, melting hearts,
And put them on the web for all to see.
Nobody ever stops to think and realize,
"The only one I've ever loved is me".
I may very well be a psychopath,
But I think we know that love is drug abuse.
Love is just a label for a feeling,
That's meant to make us **** and reproduce.

Have you ever heard of article three?
It sets apart the dos and don'ts of law.
It gives power to hear the people's plea,
And to ignore it, shred it with a claw.
The Constitution speaks for people's rights,
Of justice set for humans far and wide.
It is confused by those who're born in light,
and think it equal to live to misguide.
The mighty masters set apart our race,
And put their own ten steps above the rest.
The others ran so fast from their first base,
When slavers got to start by being blessed.
Justice will never live for those died,
So long as we seek justice for our pride.

We are made of parts.
We are made of organs,
Made of systems,
Made of molecules,
Made of atoms,
Made of nothing but themselves, truly independent.
We make up groups,
and groups can form communities,
Towns, Cities, Cultures, Species, Living things.
We all live on earth, a planet,
In a solar system,
In a galaxy,
We gave a name. As if we found it first!
As if it wasn't there before us, and won't be there when we're gone.
And there are a million billion galaxies,
With an infinity of stars,
With an infinity of planets.
Endless, gleaming life.
None of it matters.
It will all come apart

An old man walks the earth,
he fears nothing but terrible God.
His cane is beaten, his eyes are blind,
He is nothing but broken and flawed.
His knees are weak and wobbly,
His face was carved with pain.
He comes to a fork in the road,
Beneath the pouring rain.
Each path is equally pleasant,
To eyes and ears alike.
He hears the bustling tavern,
He hears the lightning strike.
His feet are tired of walking,
He knows he won't have long.
He sits down at the fork,
He sees his endless wrongs.
He takes no further paths,
He starts to see the light,
His son takes up his cane and pack,
And steps into the night.

None of you know who I am.
I am hidden behind a screen,
I am trapped inside your feed
and I will be here long after I die.
None of you will know me...
Right?
You can't.
We've never met.
And yet...
You know too much

No words can express,
The love I feel for the world
I was born into.