Your gripping lies make me question why
Did I give you the time to take my sanity away
You never cared, you witched your passive spells
Entwined me in your nails, you've sent me straight to hell
I cannot contemplate what it could take in place
Of your sickened soul, an even bigger hole
Oh can't you stop that smile from ever turning into horns
You little devilish coward, why did you leave me so torn
Your devious smile, like poison to the lame
Crippled all over again, now I am really insane
I lost my mind down here, I guess i'm dead as my brain
I'm settled like fear, yet now my cheeks are wet from the rain...

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Dear Diary,

I am a ghost. I don't know how long I've been this way, but It's my reality.

I've smiled with people who can't see me. I've laughed and made conversation with shadows. Sometimes you forget that you can't be seen...or heard...or even thought of.

I like to watch people live -- questioning the actions and thoughts they feel. Oh, yeah, I can hear their thoughts. Vile and sweet...mixed into a bowl like candied poison.

Sometimes I get lonely. It can get bad...like...really bad. Have you ever wondered why ghosts get so aggressive?... You probably know them as poltergeists. That's when we get so tired of being alone...something comes over us...

It's not like we see each other...no...ghosts are solemnly solitary, unfortunately.

So...yes, there you have it...something I wanted to get off of my chest -- the nonexistent one.

I am an utterly, unfortunate, miserable, somber, quiet, insane, and hurt Ghost.


You're welcome.

I managed to survive again.
Every time I wanted to scream but chuckled.
Every time I needed to cry but sighed.
Those moments I felt alone surrounded by people...

I did it. Once again. I made it to another level.
I am alive for another birthday.
I hope my fellow day-sharers can say the same.

I talk to myself. Well, not the way you think I do.
I cross my legs and I ponder my experiences.
Watching people flood passed me like the waves in the ocean.
Seeing the trees dance and still dependent on whether the wind will let them.
I've seen lives still dependent on whether our brain and heart gives up.


So, you're probably wondering, "What the hell this has to do with Black Light".
My answer is simple; the black light is what I see with. I talk with my shadow using it. Seeing the world underneath our own.
Have you ever wondered why some colors shine in a light coated in darkness?
I've seen something beyond what I see now, like...like another world.

Not all witches ride a broom
We all don't praise the fated doom
And some of us do have a soul
When did we sing out to the moon
Not every spell needs sacrifice
Sometimes we love to dance and laugh
October's a grand season, yes
We celebrate it like our last
Be careful who you tamper with
You'll hate unfortunate results
My point, of course, in all of this
To tell you that we can be bad
However, know that that's not it
If you met us you might be glad
We can be great and lots of fun
We love to go out for a ball
Don't judge a book by the cover
If you choose to you may feel mauled
Let this be your real reminder
We don't see souls like we see dolls

Something about this world is clockwork.
Just watch people live, see the Earth hurt.
By-standing the impending pain to come.
It's easier hushing the screaming some.
Some say yes when they mean no.
A game of tag against a ghost.
Sometimes we wake back into dreams.
Know that nothing's what it may seem.
Leaving is coming, as nothing is something.
When eating is starving, the silence is fussing.
A tragedy's living in a paradox,
Where does time even go when there isn't a clock?

He comes for me when I'm sleeping,
He comes for me when I'm awake,
He won't stop freaking obsessing,
My heart cannot get a break,
Why won't he leave me be,
Can't he see my panicking,
He's everywhere I can see,
He won't ever let me free,
I feel my throat closing in,
He'll just revive me over again,
I can't leave him alone anyway,
He can't leave me be for my sake,
Harder to **** every single day,
Distraction is key but I won't get my way.






My mind's a murderer,
A real ******,
Imagine being locked up,
Somewhere inside limbo,
Not being allowed to freeze,
**** near hard to breathe,
For my sake, I need some peace,
My mind doesn't know how to cease.

Sometimes I stare through my window.
My reflection looks back at me.
Why do I sit all by myself?
No friends in such solitary.
Though I don't hate being alone.
I think it will drive me insane.
Why can't I be good on my own?
This life is like a cloudless rain.
Light wipes away all of my tears.
I see my shadows disappear.
I guess this means I'm not alone.
Good, cause that's something I do fear.
I always wanted a soulmate.
Sometimes I want it way too much.
I can't help getting so **** green.
It's when I see some couples touch.
I'm still alive, a shocking thing.
I never thought I'd live this long.
Now my hope is the next best thing.
I hope my life's not something wrong.
Maybe I will see happiness.
May he smile down onto me.
I can't really think much further.
I couldn't say what I would see.
Sometimes my life is like a dream.
Blowing away so silently.
Not that that's bad, it isn't so.
One day I will be truly free.

Why do people care when I fall down on air,
It's a root, first of all, I don't know why they dare,
I don't die, must I fall, I may cry and may crawl,
Let this be something learned for the next one who saw,

I know I'm the one that will die in the movies,
However I go I know It won't be soothing,
I run after day when it's worse for the sight,
Of course, I would trip when i'm running in the night,

For the better or worse, I'm the first one to go,
It is good that I know I'm the start of the flow,
At the end of the day, It all goes out to show,
I am falling on roots, not the air you a*sholes!

It's times like now when I can see nothing

I look in the mirror, something truly haunting

Like extras in movies, a movie called Life

I sometimes think Death will come holding a Scythe

Lost in my world, a world of confusion

Can't tell a depression from manic intrusion

I'm stuck in a limbo, a grave of cracked glass

A sad silent tomb, hide my somber past

A life without dogs is a second one gone

The first was to find my shoulder to lean on

Though young I may be my soul lenses are old

If someone afar could relate I'd be sold

Now fading away like a ghost in the light

Hope for your sake that you sleep well tonight

Gentle little leaves love to fall down on me.
Let the clouds up above jet down crying blue seas.
As the sun sometimes kisses my face till it burns,
How does one have the power to make my head turn?
I cower sometimes when I can't understand things.
My eyes can't fall down, all because of a man, strange.
A beauty his smile he wasted on me.
The tears I share with the clouds have me drowning.
I'm not fit for his face I should turn my own now.
He tells me something now my world's all upside-down.
"My gosh, you are good looking, I envy you...",
I crumble inside, I don't know what to do.
I made a friend in a choice which led down a road.
The same man in time later said then gold behold.
He gave me a ring, may we live life happy...






Not later in time I wake up, new scene.
I realize that all I had just was a dream.

Dripping down into the well
The rain may go and start to dry
A little girl goes by and sings
Her soul so bright and cool this night
But as she sings, the night is old

A boy comes near the window pane
He sees her grace, she minds her time
At once the motion then sat tamed
A colored light formed from the girl
Something not normal to this world

The boy sat struck by awe and lost
A thing rose up, it's smile curled
As tall as lights that line the streets
It stood in stealth as shadows creeped

The girl had not the mind to scream
Instead, she smiled with the being
Their eyes burned bright right at the boy
It sure did scare his little bones

He rushed away and closed the drapes
No way he'd go back to the pane
Now nights scare him and little girls
Who'd think a thing to seem so real

At school, he chose to sit alone
Till she came and sat by his heel
His fear held his voice down in jail
No one could know that he saw hell

She smiled sly and walked away
He clutched his heart, no words to say
Her shadow grinned before the shade
And then he saw her body fade

He couldn't get them out his head
No matter where he went to hide
From school till home he wept with dread
He felt fear climb way up his spine

He gave the girl a name he'd yell
A name only made for a fiend
He used to hear it down the well
The same name that she liked to sing

He said the name before he slept
Summoned her up into his room
Before he knew what he had done
His bed became a slumber tomb

His parents never knew of this
Until they wandered for his wake
They found her name written in scrapes
"VINETHIA", they said in pain

Their home had died along with them
No one knew where their bodies went
No one tells of this tale at all
For it may cause something to switch

I first met you when I was just a little boy...
Clueless and naive.
You told me that we'd be friends forever...
...Even though you're older than me.

That charming smile of yours, and those beautiful big eyes...
You could wrap me around your manly fingers like bows and ties.
As I grew older, I knew you to be serpent-like.
You'd tell me yes then no, then stop and go.

Go up and down, stay put, turn around.
Keeping me confused...cause that's just how I met you...
You're evil...and yet I never knew.
I went insane...because of you.
But that's the person you truly knew.

For you took my confusion like some take their poison,
Sometimes its too much, and then they're poisoned.
Blacked out and no longer me.
I'm wasted within a black pitched sea.

Imagine walking in a broken gray place with kids with black holes for eyes, as happy as can be as they simmer in the broken lies. Imagine what they'd have to do when the people who told them that war was through, but yet they kept their children upon a leash so that they could use them when they needed a feast.

Young and old are just alike when they come in together and take the knife when they cut off the sleeves and break off the leash may the be free, oh please, oh please....

The war has made this world cold, let it come again and fold. As the people cower in the dark, bring the colors of war and make them some art, shatter homes souls and dreams, like a nightmare that covered a dream...

What could be for this sadness to be...maybe it'll stop when there's a victory...

I watched the rain come down with flames and sounds so loud

oh my

With towers falling people calling screaming daunting withered souls

Oh my

Why won't you listen kids, why don't you see the slits on my behavior

what a danger, i'm that stranger

psychopathic little lasers

whoa what a shame I see, the demons come running at me

Oh my

Yes favors come with stones to drown you till your drowning bones

Oh my

Now that we just began you'll see a somber ending done

OH MY

No happy endings here, reality is what you'll fear.

Fool me once, well, shame on you.
Fool me twice, oh my, it's me.
Fool we thrice, it's time, goodbye.

I can't believe what you've done to me.

What goes out must come back down.
Put your words back in your mouth.
Sadness grows somber flowers,
Tears falling calling showers.

Grow from falls, don't let it set,
Thorns and weeds will start to feed,
Now someone owes you a debt,
Sadness mixed with evil seeds.

Come back stronger, not back weak,
Sometimes that's all you can do,
It's not your fault trouble happens,
Just your fault what you will seek.

ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏʏꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ɢɪʀʟꜱ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴡᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛʀᴇᴇᴛ
ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴍᴀʏ ʟᴀᴜɢʜ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴛʜᴏꜱᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴄʀʏ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ꜱʟᴇᴇᴘ
ᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʟʟ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ɪꜱ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ
ᴛʜᴇ ꜱɪʀᴇɴꜱ ʙʟᴀʀᴇ, ɪᴛ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴄᴀɴ ʀᴜɴ.

ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʀᴇ ᴀʟʟ ꜱᴏ ꜱᴄᴀʀᴇᴅ ʀᴜɴɴɪɴɢ ꜱᴄᴀᴛᴛᴇʀᴇᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴜɢꜱ
ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛꜱ, ᴡʜᴏ ᴄᴀɴ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʟʟ ʜᴜɢ
ɪᴛ'ꜱ ʟɪꜰᴇ ᴏʀ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ, ɴᴏ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ ʜɪᴅᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴇᴇᴋꜱ
ꜰᴏʀᴇꜱᴛꜱ ᴅʀɪᴠᴇɴ, ʀᴜɴ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰʀᴇᴀᴋꜱ

ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʙᴏʏ, ʙᴀɪʟᴇʏ, ᴅᴀɴᴄɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴀɪɴ
ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɴʏ, ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ꜱᴀɴᴇ
ʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ꜱᴇᴇ ᴡʜʏ ʜᴇ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴏʟᴅ ᴀɴʏ ꜰᴇᴀʀ
ʟᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴀɪɴ ɢʀᴀʙ ʜɪꜱ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀꜱᴋ ʜɪꜱ ᴍᴀɴʏ ᴛᴇᴀʀꜱ

ꜰᴏʀᴇꜱᴛ ᴅʀᴏᴠᴇ, ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴇʟꜱᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴇ ɢᴏ
ᴄɪᴛɪᴇꜱ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇ, ʙᴇᴀꜱᴛꜱ ᴘʀᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴏᴇ
ʙᴀɪʟᴇʏ ʟᴏɴᴇ, ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ʜɪꜱ ᴍᴀɴʏ ꜱɪʙʟɪɴɢꜱ
ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴꜱ ʟᴀᴜɢʜɪɴɢ, ʀᴇᴀᴘɪɴɢ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴀʟɪɴɢꜱ

ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʀᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴀꜰʀᴀɪᴅ, ᴄᴏᴡᴇʀɪɴɢ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʟᴏꜱᴛ
ᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ'ᴠᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴄᴏᴠᴇʀᴇᴅ ꜰᴀᴄᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇɪʀꜱ ꜱʜɪɴᴇ, ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪᴀᴍᴏɴᴅ ᴅᴜꜱᴛ
ᴡʜᴏ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴏᴏɴꜱ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙʟᴇᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛᴏᴏ
ɴᴏᴡ ɪᴛ ɪꜱ ᴛɪᴍᴇ, ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀɪᴇꜱ ꜰɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ.

Hello, my dear, care to open your eyes and ears?

I have a story I'd like to share, but must I ask of you to care?

Maybe you won't, you've judged it now, but soon you may not feel such doubt.

Come into my old memories, may they'll bring some type of feeling.


Long ago inside the blue, there was a boy, quite little too,

And In this blue, there was little noise or light, or even cute little toys,

But there were people, not too many, they would be the little boy's invisible family,

While grandma swayed to drunken daze, the little boy sat not too amazed,

For what he sees is nothing bad, just typical when one grows up this sad,

Not long much later a beast appears and whispers into the little boy's ear,

"Come with me, my little friend, let's play until you're happy again",

The beast smiled and disappeared, the little boy followed without any fear,

And wandered, he did, into a place, a world so simple yet also not safe

"My little innocent friend, no time to play in my big wonderland. Let us get down to the bluntness of blunt, no giggling, babbling, nothing of such"

And here is when the things go south, although the little boy was too little to doubt

He, made to obey the beast, too little to fight, too little to cease

Unclothed, no shame, what was there to shame, he didn't really know what there was to blame

Soon told to lie down, head facing the ground, he remembered he couldn't make any sounds

He heard so much noise, what did they expect, a child so young to just lie and not check,

So he did just that, and witness no glee, a thing not of his world, no, nothing he's seen,

He turned far away, but kept right in place, for he was told not to move or turn his face

The beast came on down, and tried to hurt him, did he know that it was getting so grim

It just did not work, the pain he wanted, the little boy free again, guess the beasts daunted





Many years later the boy knew what happened, and yet it does not affect him like it happened, so hell is memories you cannot erase, but neither do you learn from their bitter waste

In the end, someone has to lose.
Whether it be real or more so symbolic.
For those whom may not be heard, your losses will bring about another's voice.
For those who may not be seen, your losses will bring sight to another.
Sometimes you win the most when you lose humbly.
Truthfully, as bitter as old dark cold coffee, you may one day suffer.
Your only chance out will be taken by someone who's had many doors, yet they only use them as trophies.
They may not use a single one for their purpose, and you'll have to let that simmer into your mind.
Just remember, that person may have what you need but is probably dying inside.

Lose humbly.

September.
October.
November.
December...

In the still of 2017, memories that became of charged devastation appeared.

Fear once silent spoke aloud once again.
A man had the hands that sunk victims in sand.

A manipulated child contemplated suicide aside their heavy bed of memories.

Nothing out of the ordinary, however, nothing really pure either. Shadows seeping from the ceiling, hands crawling, demons singing.

A masterpiece of simple grief without an antidote any greater than time, and yes, that child did survive.

2018

January
February
March
April

Sound body, mind, soul, and heart.

The child from before had something to start and it caused him good glee.
Wonderful sleep. No longer any worries.
Obedient, silent, chain-defiant, the perfect client.

Just the tap on his wrist and a push on his temple.
He closes his eyes and wanders into a hollow memory.

May...
...
...

There are more journeys to come.
We will record his next most important one.
Until then, he must simply reboot.


Clean the whole tree, regrow from the roots.

Can there be anything better than this?

When the grass now can dance, and the flowers can swing
When the sun smiles wide, and the birds start to sing
As the clouds, all fade out, as waters soon do shine
For the butterflies fly, and the humans are kind

Must I ask it again, what is better than this?

May no rain come down unless plants start to wither
Or animals cry because they see the winter
Please, know that the heat can only do so much
So then nothing is better, there's nothing of such

When lights of the cities make way for the stars
As the night meets the calming, silence mutes the cars
So we dance in the night or we sleep till the day
For there's nothing to fear on this good holiday
I simply hope that you know that-that is okay

And that you too have a wonderful, fun, holiday.

Don't get picky
Don't act all high and mighty
You think you're enlightened
Well, I don't see you changing the world
But I do see you drinking tea as it burns before your feet
So forget you, since you've forgotten love