I know, i cant write that well,
But iwrite what comes from my heart, my hell, MY heaven.
I dont care how it sounds,
As long as it comes from my heart.
It doesnt really hae to be from my heart, but from my soul.
The home is where the heart is?
No its not. The home is where ur comfortable and confident in what you do.
So why am i here? Im uncomfortable in my own head,
And im not very confident yet i get up here again and again.
How does this pass from one challenge to the next?
It doesnt really matter i suppose,
As ling as i know where its from for me personally.
It doesnt really seem as though u see what i am doing to u.
Im hypnotizing u with every word, and every sylable.
And i still cant seem to tell whether its workin or not.
But i guess that just happens sometimes.
U have a dream and it gets lost in the swirling torment we put ouselves in.
Yet still we try to escape ourselves.
But we should all know that we have limited time to grab this offer.
To finally push it all away.
Invincible for at least a moment,
And ten it slips away as we crawl to our corner of the board.
And still we dont notice,
We are pawns, we cant push past our own rules to fight the queens and kings.
But we try. So at least we know now that we are strong enough to hold our own against the winds of change.
So now we have the knowledge, or power, to finally grasp our hearts, and tear them out,
We can hold it for all to see as we tell them,
'Guess what? I AM heartless NOW!'

Yes, i understan that i need help,
But yet im still screaming from airless lungs,
Through lifeless lips,
And eyes glazed over,
And now it seems the final breath has come and gone,
Millenia has already gone since then,
Try to pick up my peices and put it together,
But still you cant seem to understand the problem.
Its not even you, its my own emotions and pain,
And thoughts and things that run past me,
So fast i cant even grasp it,
But i see the shadows of the people,
The shades of colors are swirlin around me,
Spinning faster than a haywire carrosel,
But it stops, and i fall down dizzy and sick,
Yet im surfacing with the heratics surrounding me,
But i still cant understand where they came from!
Yet still. I have it in my hands,
One hand has a pen,
One hand has a knife,
Ive already written a story with one,
And it turned out well.
Even became a part o my life.
But it has lost its savory taste, smell, and feeling.
So now lets try writing it in ink this time.

Im hearing it all,
Yet still im sitting here thinking,
'Hah! Life? What are you to take mine?!'
But still it plays in my mind how the rusty bridge i cross to get from on day to the next,
Is starting to crumble as slowly and painfully as my mind is breaking.
It does seem to mean that im going insane,
Deing what i want to try to get through a day of my life.
Its not as it seems to me to be that which was mine,
But now its not, it is someone elses, or someTHING elses.
It has no name or shape, and yet it seems to take away from me minamaly.
It chars my soul with te fires of hell,
Yet it gives me the cooling water of the streams to cool me.
It still seems to take,
Though it still does sooth.
It does appear as though im done, but i have no concept of time here i my life,
Im snapping back to take life head on,
Life pushes me to the edge yet i grab it by its gruesomely ugly and spiked tail,
To drag it with me into the spiraling depths of my own despair.

Is it raining, or is this a storm,
Is it a few bees, or is it a swarm,
Look at the world, look at the room,
See the lightning, hear the boom,
Take what you have take it away,
Give some more than before today,
You got a family here, a family there,
We are all here for the PWDB fair.

Im not washing the slate clean,
But i not being mean,
This war we're fighting,
Its not just writeing,
Its music, its emotion,
So if ur gonna be sick, be sick of societies poison,


Hey, oh, tell them turn it up till they cant no more,
We got the party, whos it for?
Its for all of you who come to see us,
Its for none of those from outside the sequence,
Its for the people that support us on the way,
Its for the ones who help us anyway,
We are all aliens, cause we are not of this world,
We are of the musical, so common and hit the floor,

Im not washing the slate clean,
But i not being mean,
This war we're fighting,
Its not just writeing,
Its music, its emotion,
So if ur gonna be sick, be sick of the poison,

The energy is rising in the room,
You cant deny the sound of whom,
The force of the sound, the heat of the beat,
Its more than the sound of thunder or the lightning heat,
We have our own, you have yours,
We gonna keep goin till it poors,
When it poors, we keep going,
So that everyone knows what we are showing,
We are showing the love of the sound,
For those people who cant stand up, but are proud,
For the weak who here can all stand tall,
While the strong run for cover before the fall.
So sing for the weak, and sing for the strong,
Sing for the right and sing for the wrong,
Sing for your life, cause you wont run,
Cause we arent done having some fun!

Upon these words I spit,
Cause if you don't you might get stuck in your throat,
My corrupted, deadly ****,
I'm dieing to die,
Itching to scratch,
Tear out my eyes,
Throw me in with the batch,
These corrupt able little *****,
That think that they can handle me,
Better now bow there heads, for its,
The terrible SUICIDE KING,
But yet you see they call me this,
Because otherwise I'm THE NAMELESS,
But still I'm on a bucket list,
Of things to destroy because of my corruptness,
I have no need for your petty things,
These broken hearts that full the pit,
And all of these destroyed dreams,
That help me say I'm over it,
I'm done with this,
I'm done with that,
No I'm ******,
I'm going to snap,
So back away,
You worthless ****,
Cause I must say,
**** all of it!

She is my one and only place for escape,
With her id gladly seal my fate,
She means the world to me,
And that i hope that she sees,
I cant write but the truth in my time of need,
Cause i need to know that she loves me,
Id be the one standing there and holding her,
But she is dancing with another,
I forgive her, yeah im jealous,
Im so sorry but that i must confess,
She is the one that takes my breath away,
And my love for her will never fade,
I keep this not so close to my heart,
and hope it can help keep open that part,
That part of me that is now gone,
But i just hope indeed that she can come,
Come back to me, an my life,
Instead of have me sit in this hell,
If she says no its just as well,
Cause im burning hotter than the color that was in her hair,
And well i guess it fine for me to be fair,
An say that she is open to them all,
But please, i ask of her, save me from my fall.

I'll tell you now I'm nothin without her,
You all know the feeling, you know it's true,
You got that special someone,
That helps you to get through,
You all know you have one love,
One person in this world,
One person that hold you when your afraid,
And warms you when you're cold.

You all know that one someone,
That person that makes you feel invincible,
You all have at least one,
That makes you feel like anything possible,
I speak to one, that one is her,
The one I speak of has a heart that is true,
The one to whom I must say this,
"I'm nothing without you"

If she thinks I'm gonna go astray,
Then listen to this tune,
Play it in your heart, and in your head,
It's true I'm nothing without you,
So what if I get angry and I take it out on you,
I'll kiss you hold you say I feel so bad
And never let you go.
Because I'm that kind of person and don want to make you sad,
I want you by my side,
Always together, and forever,
We will conquers the world with our love,
And we can stand against the weather.