Oh,
what a sweet rapture
it must be
to never feel
the sting
of love.

Don't pretend it isn't still stuck
At the back of your mind
Don't blame it on bad luck
You know you're the reason you're
Falling behind
Couldn't you have done more
Held on for a bit longer
Been a little bit stronger
Well now look at who the crowd’s
Laughing at; you screamed a bit too loud
For the pain you've gone through
Why’re you
So weak? Answer me
Seriously
Look me in the eye and tell me
You aren't just a mess sitting in
The corner. They told you you'd win
In life; the only thing you can do
Now is prove them right, you
Know what I mean?
Stop lying to yourself. You haven't seen
Worse. You know
You're fine. So go.
All it takes
Is one step off the edge to make
History. One last breath.
[The admin has kicked ‘Natural Death'.]

Deep pains leave the best scars
Like braille on your skin

Follow the story as you feel your way
Through a history written on thin sheets

This debris in which I venture,
has toiled me into a spine,
Thus,
no flesh clings to me as mine,
In me hope nurtures but dare not infuse,
The nocturne drowns in me profuse,
So I cradle the stars and tame them so,
their mysteries I unveil and name them so,
For they ruminate of the suffering of this pearly land,
The sky beholds my gaze unshorn,
If I think of god my breath is worn,
Is to him our flesh awake?
Or a dough for his might to slake,
This seasons are this man torture,
They wilt aways like sand in water,
So to the sky my eyes I keep,
Yet my blood, on earth it lands when my heart it weep,
Oh dear man your heart has a hole!,
From which avades your soul,
If I seek myself whole I would taunt you so,
If I seek myself none I would want you so,