Leave me be if I tell you that I'm alone,
Yet you tell me that it's cause I don't explore the crowd I can see...

You don't know what it feels like to be made a jester when you are a king...a queen...something of higher royalty...

No, this does not mean that I have vanity,
though this does mean that I don't know what you want from me...

I'm tired of it always being MY fault...when all I did wrong was listen to the wrongs you were taught...

You aren't helping me if anything, really.
You're one of the things destroying me, silly.

The smile you give me hurts my soul
Because as much as I want to smile with you, I know how this story goes...

From a smile to a scowl,
It's the same, every game,
So that's why I throw the towel,
I don't like to waste my shame,
It's okay, but don't you dare,
I don't get why do you care,
It's a curse I cannot lift,
I just wish not to exist,
But I do, so I accept,
It's all I really have kept,

So you see, the mystery has had its story lit to see, I'm often alone, and misery, don't waste that light on someone like me...

Vivid manipulations of
A twisted melody within
The vast deep blue sea
Swallow up your courage
Replace it with confinement
Silencing your power
Snuffing your processing
A roaring living villainy
A complication in the mind
It's all a game the darkness can shine

There's that lingering tension
Think this restriction's commissioned
Feel that strong impending doom
Coming for us on a mission
Some of us shrug it all off
And other's bulk up and guard
Can't decide what we should do
But we know we cannot charge
Are we to wait for defeat
Will we have some type of chance
Or should we just go retreat
This isn't our type of dance
This feeling doesn't feel right
As if the world might explode
Yet for some reason, I grin
Who knows what the future holds

Stones; collected by the lonely,
Gripped, forgotten, until they're one with their bodies,
Held with regret, hoping that their actions reset time,
Rewind; a pause in time set into motion when they're blind,
Kindly following their fate, toward, in line,
No crime like living accordingly to what was given to you,
Lacking the resources to live, a limitation unacceptable,
Surging little fires everywhere, losing control,
Capsizing that within the power, how do you feel?
How does it feel to feel out of control,
Linking all wrongdoing to the under controlled,
Bold; making out the obvious in pain the villain,
Smoke rising, the war isn't over, because you've yet to see it,
This wasn't meant to be a war, nor an argument, but a call out,
We challenge the monsters that stand up when we've fallen;
We will sing till you repeat our words subconsciously,
And once you realize what you've done,
It'll only be a matter of time when the silly game you made,
It's a game that you lost, and it's a game that we have won.

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

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.

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

It's okay to pretend someone's suffering is rightfully deserved...

If you act as though they deserve it...

But if you're going to say this is at all true...

You should shut your mouth. When. Your. Turn. Is. Due...


ᗰᗩYᗷE ᗯE'ᖇE ᔕᑕᗩᖇEᗪ, OKᗩY?  

ᑎOT EᐯEᖇYOᑎE Iᔕ ᗷᖇᗩᐯE Oᖇ ᑕOᑌᖇᗩGEOᑌᔕ...  

ᗷᑌT ᗯᕼY ᗪO ᗯE ᖴEEᒪ ᔕO ᗪᗩᗰᑎ ᗰᗩᗪ...  

ᗯᕼEᑎ IT Iᔕ ᑌᔕ TᕼᗩT'ᔕ ᗷEIᑎG ᒪEᖴT ᗯITᕼ ᔕᗩᐯᗩGEᔕ?


Like a bystander to someone's mischief...

Whether a poem or a movie...

The fact that you feel sourness when ***** serious...

Your help over the choice to avert your eyes...

That is what will be soothing.

I will not lose my love
I need to keep my hope
For this world is cold enough
My hand shall be your climbing rope
For all those who turn trust off,
It only really harms the owner
Let your heart go from firm to soft
Or you just might be another goner
I know, this world is cruel and mean,
But don't let it trick you now
You have no control, that's their scheme
This circus can't end without your reaction and their bow
So please keep your head up,
And this is nothing more than a warning
Cause once you start giving up
You just might see the new hell storm coming

Desperately grabbing on to imaginary safety, hoping that maybe
just maybe, they'll save me.

This is no virtual reality, but it's hard to see reality when the fast pacing of ghosts and goblins are racing to neglect you as if you weren't ever here, to begin with...

This endless stress I'm feeling is a confession of my LACK of pity
because I feel like it's fitting for this circular way of ending

Spinning in this pattern
Fending for myself on an endless pasture
Demons and shadows, I call those the normal
Opposing humanity that lacks reality
Blinded by the constant wall we bring together
Formally restraining the legs, because we think it's better

"What's the weather"
A constant concoction of tales and tallies for the repeating day
Like a feather, the weight of these lifeless questions couldn't keep the ocean at bay

"What else is there to say"

It's not about what you say that will matter anyway,
Although the power of words is often underestimated,
Keep in mind whom invests in you and what you say,
For those will be you're biggest assets and liabilities.

But if you insist, say what you value, and value what you say,
Because your actions will amount to what comes from them at the end of the day,

Constantly tiptoeing over words like an ***, drunk and stumbling over grass

We value the past, abusing it until we've drained it of any real mass it once had, excusing what we do, based upon the past

Forgetting that the past is so close yet fastly becoming the last player in this race in time,

What kind of journey must we take to pick what we say, what we do, what we feel, what we value,

giving our value to ourselves, excusing someone else's hell and making it about an experience that we still dwell on,

our experience

forgetting the rotating reality around us never really rotated around us, but it around it, around it, which we are apart of, silently sending chaos into its sight as we see fit


fright...we should feel because this multiple concoction of words is really a riddle, hidden message, pleading for safety, which may never come, fiddling my thumbs as I write this passage,

Paving a plea that may one day be seen and actually pondered...
Or maybe left, neglected, as expected, not graced even lightly with another soul's wonder.

Hoping
A
Light
Interrupts
Strife
Acknowledging
Chaos
Inevitably
O­rbiting
Us
Silently

I'm no popstar

I can't make you dance

I have no rhythm

But that isn't the plan

Have you noticed...

We are chained down

Staring up at...

Demons on the ground

As we shout out, help

Who comes rescuing

I've not seen one

I've seen nobody, nobody

To come help me or you

Watch them turn their eyes from the view

Once you realize that they knew...

That this would happen soon

But no one comes to help

They'd rather keep to themselves

But why spew lies for your health

You say this but act that

So let us get to the POINT

If you want, go grab a joint

This right here's about to get deep

Please sit down, you'll need a seat




We're in a motion picture
Trying not to have a seizure
Crying with a smiley face
We look like a mental case
Rapid noises make us crazy
Drowning from the depressions
Money's been powerful, lately...
I've been feeling pretty stress

You come home, sit down
You used to laugh but now you frown
You can't get up, gravity-bound
You lost your words within the sound
As time moves on, you see the waste
The blood of souls that lost their way
And first comes lust and then our wants
Before our needs that we should hunt
But what's the fun in being good
And what's the good in being wise
I watch this all play out often
I see faces morph with lies


As everyone dies
And We start to cry
We wish we could fight
But we choose to fly
Away from the war
No way in for peace
A gate to the heavens
But you'll need a key
As fire does grow
And evil has bloomed
We love to mask it
With music and soon...
We won't get to hide
The light starts to shine
Exposed to the truth
Scattering in rooms


If you got this far

Just heed to my theme

We really need peace

It's not what it seems

There puzzles of course

Can makeshift our dreams

A system's been made

Our being will fade

Your choices have power

Someone does get paid

Your soul is at war

To you, it may bore

Someone holds your hand

The other ignores

They both want you still

Though who will you choose

I wonder who feels

The best into you

They're scared
You know who
It's the monsters
This is true

Watch them suffer
Smile more
They deserve it
Watch blood pour

Don't be scared
It's their fault
There was peace
We were taught

It is gone
Yes it is
They took it
They are wrong

So they burn
Like they should
No one lives
There's no good