there's a little girl with wings
she has light brown hair
and talks of many things
she has honest eyes
but when you see her
know she never lies
that's my little girl with wings
she's very shy
but she loves to sing
though she may cry
I hope you see her
because time flies
tell her I promise
this time I'll never say goodbye

carry my tides
carry my cries
carry my lies
till the sun dies
carry my love
carry my life
because you are the holder
of everything right

watch tear drops dripping down your face and into an unseen world
As you're swallowed up by everything in sight
I...don't know what to do
Everything's changed
nothing will ever be the same
I could have easily been ignored
but it's okay my life was merely over anyway
I bet no ones ever heard me say this before
but life was better dying on the floor

mirror , mirror on the  wall
who's the nicest of them all
the one who stands proud and tall
the one who saves you from the ball
now look for
a place to crawl
because you're not the mirror on the wall

how is it to feel?
and have it all be real
how is it you woe?
and not let people know
How is it you paint?
With those red colors that make you faint
Why is it I care?
you tell me not to, and that's not fair
After all the things we've been through
Why wont you let me paint too?

happy people
do happy things
when they feel people are sad
little people
do big things
when they feel people are bigger
normal people
do weird things
when they feel they aren't enough

I was struck
on the day of extinction
I was confused
on the day of elimination
the seashells rung
in it's glorious tune
but it seems our opponent
is not immune
So we win the battle
because of the seashells
joyous rattle

simple as can be
like the way you promised to love me
simple as you can see
as I drown in the sorrow filled sea
simple to hate me
just look in my eyes and you shall see no sympathy

I don't want to go to sleep
Sleep means being dragged into the deep
Its' arms will hold me down
Only so I will not make a sound
I scream in my head
"I am sorry"
But what I say makes
people worry.
I swear, their aren't people in my head
There's just one person
I think he wants me dead
He whispers into my ear
"please do not fear
now let's try this over again"

Through the looking glass
She wonders
If she will end up like that
Like that with her lover
But let's hope like that
will be sooner than never

I'm losing
an unknown battle
I'm winning
nothing
my future
unknown

there was a long time ago
a while when once was born
the future was already sculpted
the past was already torn

The time was when the Earth was fresh
the grass was covered with morning dew
The leaves and grass swayed happily
for that was all they could do

No such thing called man existed
No such thing at all
deceit , treachery , and hate was fiction
And nothing was made with flaw

No child was born with the flaw
only the knowledge of bliss
only taught to crawl
I wonder who taught them this?

A child's  first color is white
not blue or gold or pink
a mans last color is red
the color of the wine he drinks

They say time travel is impossible
But what they say is not plausible
You don't have to visit your baby crib, to time travel
You don't have to endure all your previous battles
Just bring back the feelings you got from those moments
Because those feelings belong to the past
and the past always lasts

how can already broken hearts heal yours
don't they understand it's not worth trying
to heal an already broken heart
now as cold as the night
is the heart in your sight
meant to guide you through the night

I don't turn back
as I stare at the screen
I don't try to crack
some personality in me
I have every inspiration
and it's all for me
even though it goes to a certain degree
I silently sit
weeping my poetry

"Well doctor it's like this"
I've been stuck in this abyss
Since I've been depresses
I've been swimming in a plague of sadness
Somebody needs to cure me
No, not cure but secure me
Everybody has a story
Even though mines is lonely
The first two words start with this
" I'm sorry"

I spend my days wondering why I existed
What was it I could change?
I spent my hours questioning justice
but was it really worth it?
If justice was as solid as my existence
why is it being questioned?
"**** the murders capture the thieves!"
is what they say
but in reality justice is just the will of people who can change it.
"Justice is what's right"
but do we really know what's good?
Are we really....the intelligent species in this scenario?