And then the earth told me she loved me,
So I rested my remains within her,
For eternity to be in her peaceful company,
Holding her hand in perfect harmony.

If I could be with you tonight,
I'd hold you close and talk you to sleep,
Make sure your light never fades into black,
Cause I know you've already gone,
Yet I can't help but imagine you here.

If I could be with you tonight,
I would walk with you all the way home,
Take my time and listen to your struggles,
Keep my hand in yours until night fades to morning,
Cause I know you've already gone,
Yet I can't help but imagine you here.

If I could be here with you tonight,
We would take flight and away,
Into quiet nights when you were here,
Now it's all torn down and I say,
"Yet, I can't help but imagine you here."

Crush me, I am defeated,

A little bug on the pavement,

And I’ll watch the gallows come down,

From the certain palace in the sky,

Crying out, “can you save me?”

As the spirit begins it’s departure.

I’ll watch myself walk the cultures,

As my breath is torn apart.

I've made up my mind,
And there's nothing that you or my mind can do to stop me,
You may slow me down,
You may **** my lights,
But I will continue with the same passion as I feel now.

I've made up my mind,
To do something better than now,
Staying up until the early morning,
To dream of better years and nostalgic memories.

I've made up my mind,
I want to play keyboard,
And get up onto the stage,
To pour my words into the speakers,
Just to let people know that they are not alone.

I've made up my mind,
Even if I crash and burn,
No matter how much sludge,
I won't be a slave in a non-profit job,
I won't be stuck inside my own head,
I'll explore the world and see new things.

I've made up my mind,
I hope you're coming with me.

Your bones got colder and your blood got thinner
I see you've been cut so you're sure to bleed out,
All the while your eyes are dimmer,
and you are so much slimmer,
You don't have a lot of time until your light goes out.

You beg, "hush now",
Silence from the crowd,
You're wondering how,
You'll take your final bow.

There's skeletons in our closets,
Bones and skulls we never put to rest,
Creatures and people we massacred,
Won't tell anyone cause nobody cares like we do,
We don't fear anything but our own heads,
The things we've seen but forgotten,
Erode away the closet doors,
Guts come spilling way,
Revealing hidden passageways,
To something better that we've hid from ourselves,
Why we hid it just goes to show,
That we thrive under pressure,
Under our own filth and crimson,
In the little passageway,
The darkness was overwhelming,
To me but maybe not to you,
We stared at each other,
Doubting intentions and sudden emotions.

I was a gaslight ready to extinguish,
You were a creature of fire ready to burn up,
The only thing on my mind was a fateful night alone,
I couldn't tell what was on yours and needed to know more,
You lured me out of the shredded heads and limbs,
I was concerned with cleaning my closet,
My mother warned me over and over again,
You were concerned with everybody and not yourself,
We walked through no-mans-land for quite a while,
In between ourselves and everybody else,
We regretted the idea of emotions,
But I gave into a landslide of blood turned sand.

Where it started baffles me,
We hurt ourselves so much but work so well,
We broke into what life can really look like,
We're slowly healing and learning,
And that's the most important part.

I set a fire
The time was dire
My mind will expire
The night goes haywire

I'm wide awake
Feeling the heartache
I can feel you forsake
Sitting by Mr. Lake

Tell me I gotta be one way
Drain my soul and turn me gray
Like your filthy ashtray
I cannot stay

Consider me gone
Consider me gone

When I see you turn your head,
I remember the dread,
That ripped through my bed,
Now it's sitting in the shed.
Your eyes had captured me.

As the crow leaves home,
With nowhere to roam,
Better watch my tone,
He's scared of the phone.
Your hands had captured me.

When the sea rises,
Listing all the demises,
Handing in the crisis,
Fighting for no causes.
Your soul had captured me.

Don't let me be.
Gone.

The past ain't what it used to be,
So now you won't let it breathe,
So now you're buried with your misery.

A deranged,
Left estranged,
Egomaniac.

Write

Write

Write


Words

Words

Words


Where

Where

Where

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Worn

Worn

Worn


Write

Write

Write


Please?

s l e e p  o n  a  s u n n y  d a y,

r o c k i n g  t h e  c h i l d h o o d  a w a y,

I'm not done yet, not even close.

l a y  d o w n  t o  s i n k  f u r t h e r,

y o u  a r e  s u c h  a  c o w a r d,

I'm not done yet, not even close.

f i n d  G o d  i n  d e a t h  n o t  l i f e,

b e a t  y o u r s e l f  f o r  y o u r  s t r i f e.

If you're tired of the storm, like me,
Then come sit by the fire, by me,
There's stories to be told, you see,
He's not making the storm, the sea.

Tie your tongue into a knot,
You don't know the wars we fought,
While you searched the land for a plot,
We were lost deep inside the maw.

Caught in this trap,
One made by my own hands,
At least that's what I tell myself,
Am I just a cog in a turning machine?

Ballerina come 'round,
Look at me in the face,
Drop your guard now,
Get out of this nightmare.

I'm bound by the sound
Of my own beating heart, let's start.
Not a battle, but a way to drop and rattle.
It's taking me back up to the top, now, explain everything from the beginning, stop.
Dropped all the pieces in this room, a makeshift tomb.
Twisting names and games.
Through no shame, you gain.
The inevitable urges to tip yourself over all of your verges.
Naming rhymes and taking the climb.
To the undifferentiated child, we can go wild.

I've been baited into waiting with a bated breath,
Lulled into a fate that's worse than just death,
It calls me on the phone says, "you're so inept."
Culls my fascinations till all my blood is wept.

The trees seemed to close in on me as I laid in the middle of a clearing, my eyes staring up at the star-filled sky above. My breathing ragged from running to this secluded spot in the woods.
I felt the prickly pine cones under my back, letting silent tears run down my ink-stained face.
I had fought too hard, I wrote everything that I could have possibly done.

“Sing me down from the sky,” I sang to the sky, “All the way from death’s ledge. ” My chest felt heavy, whether it was my asthma or my anxiety didn’t matter anymore. I felt the scars on my wrist itch again, underneath my skin in a way I couldn’t relieve.
The trees were shadows, I could consider them demons but they really aren’t, they’re my home.
The only place I can feel satisfied with who I am.

I spent so many nights lingering in this forest, thinking the cure would be here. A mission for a purpose that would be found inside my head. Of course, I sometimes forget that my head is the most dangerous place to be.
I sat up and pulled my notebook out of the ground, along with a glowing pen. A symbol of my pent up creativity.

Maybe by writing a few poems, I’ll feel better about myself. I know that it won’t work, I need more. I need to have a name for myself, even if it’s just a few people. I want to sing to the forest and watch it sway in joy instead of pity.

I imagine myself on a stage made of bent over trees, the bark is slippery but I’m able to stand.
The people surround me, they are calling all our names. So, the ground holds me up, as I sing my heart out onto the makeshift microphone. My voice echoes and bounces through the greens, I’m finally outside my head, I’ve made it through every night and stood in a place I thought I never would.

Unfortunately, that’s not how life works. I wake up, my eyes once again looking towards the sky.
Again, words begin to spill out of my mouth in a tune, “I talk to myself and the dark grey sky beyond…”
Nothing answers, as per usual. It’s okay, I reassure myself, I don’t need a voice.
I wrap my hands in leaves and pretend that it’s a disguise.

Suddenly- I am home. My ceiling fan above me, whirring softly. My pen and paper laying on my chest. The night was sinking in and I am just as scared as I was the last night...

Her eyes are a dying fire,
Losing wars and hunting shores,
I can visualize her breath on the stained glass,
Then I hear the voice inside her head,
Harshly whispering how she's better off dead.

Crumbling into the bed of roses at her feet,
Falling into the emotions and broken bones,
Shouting out from somewhere below,
The crows have her arms now,
They're moving on to her feet.

Where did the time go when you were young?
The viper suddenly struck you down,
Under the stars above.
The midnight dove.

The woods just keep getting darker,
As I am ever so starker than the invincible Mr. Lake,
And I'll the climb to the top of the branches,
So the moon can shine a little light,
On what is left of my life.

Be concerned,
I might have crossed the line,
I will be disappointing to you.

Get myself together,
Twist the vines as I make my way down,
Back to the wood's underbrush,
And the demons make the ground rumble.

Be concerned,
They will be here for me,
My soul will be theirs.

I can't hide this much longer,
Can't hold back a lie of a hobby,
I deny something more than that,
When a song inspires me to survive,
I know I must continue to make that song,
Whether I die making it,
Or I show the world what I'm introspecting about.

I hope she won't put me down,
I hope she won't stay silent,
But I don't know what she could say,
I hope she does her best to tell me that I can do it.
But that's the biggest question that hangs in the air,
Can I do it?

Sing into, my heart feels full and I've done something,
All I can do is give myself this,
At this point things are dropping so fast,
I can't tell whether or not I'll be gone,
Without the lyrics moving my mouth into song,
I know I can't continue on.

I hope she won't put me down,
I hope she won't stay silent,
But I don't know what she could say,
I hope she does her best to tell me that I can do it.
But that's the biggest question that hangs in the air,
Can I do it?

Feeling like making something but you can't come up with anything at all.
Your brain is going haywire to find something to do,
Creativity has lost it's capabilities and you're rehabilitated,
Time goes so much slower and the clock is moving on it's own dime,
Feels like you could drown yourself in blank white walls and stale chips.

Boredom is the word you know and hate,
Thinking of simpler times,
When you could find fun in a rock by the creek.
Boredom is the word you know and hate.

Wishing that you had a gun to shoot up the toilet for a good time,
You've got cobwebs in your brain hole and you're not feeling up to ****,
Instead you'll just sit on the floor and melodramatically cry,

Boredom is the word you know and hate,
Thinking of simpler times,
When you could find fun in a rock by the creek.
Boredom is the word you know and hate.

Downed my Prozac with some Sprite,
Now I've got this globus that won't go away,
I've puked 'bout 6 times up till now,
Doesn't seem like it will end anytime soon.

Repeating words,
Stanzas become remade,
Over and over,
Read the words,
It's exhausting,
The clock as it's ticking,
I want to write well,
I want to write meaning,
But some things like these,
Is just simply boredom.

He's been haunting me since dusk,
Never left my window still,
I can see his shadow out of the corner of my eyes,
And I will try with all my might to push him off.

"Mr. Lake, will you please?" I ask with eyes full of sorrow
"Boy, you gotta try a little harder than that, cause I got tricks up my sleeve and they will break you down into pieces tonight."
Such a cruel grin he sports.

The night turns it's back on me,
He comes clambering through,
In his hand a box of hands with guns,
"Pick one."

I stare longingly into the guns,
Tempting, it is, but I got my path ***** on straight.
So I won't throw it away.

The night releases it's grip, patting me on the back.
I'm still wide awake,
Mr. Lake is asleep in the chair across from my bed.
Another night down and a million more to go.

im asleep on this sunny day,
everything could be going right,
but it's all wrong in my head,
if im to be honest,
im ready to die.

Your eyes were so cold, unenamored by your world that was cascading into the sky.
I tried my best to give you what you wanted but I was just a small child.
You were falling so fast and I was watching it all go down.
Behind broken mirrors I could see you hated yourself and everyone who dared to call you family.
Never close enough to hold you but enough to see you were broken,
The drugs and the alcohol starving your system of love and care.
A shell of apathy, a sheep's ghost among wolves.

Now, I ask of you to, let me into your head to take that pain.
You're my friend and that won't ever change as long as you don't push me away.
Now, I ask of you to, let me hold you tight tonight.
Tonight.

A folder for all my thoughts,
A cabinet for all my characters,
A desk for all the lies,
A room for all my antics,
And another for my demons.

A back up against the wall,
A foot kicking through the door,
A hand reaching through your chest,
A face layering yours.

A death with every right to be alive,
A life with every right to be dead,
A animal with hands of hooves and hooves of hands,
A spider with gloves spun of gold.

Footsteps along my ceiling,
Cracking open the door at four,
Raindrops knock at the window,
A strange mellow feeling washing over me, you, us.

Follow the set of footprints,
Through the salmon corridors,
I hope they won't end at the ledge,
Seek out their destination for me, you, us.

Carrying on despite the calm,
Call me now before I leave,
Slip on a coat and see me,
I can visualize the footprints for me, you, us.

Through the streets now,
Lights fading colors in my eyes,
Cobble streets keep me on my feet,
Can you give directions to me, you, us.

Destination becomes thoughtless.
Sit down in the street and stare,
Raindrops pattering at my feet,
Begging me to keep on going for me, you, us.

I'm sorry, stranger, I don't love you.
I'm sorry, little grass blade, I don't need you.
I'm sorry, street light, stay a little longer.
For me, you, and us.

Dadda
There's something I need to say
Dadda
There's something on my mind

I'm watching stars come crashing down
As the moon screams in delight
the wind whispers my name
Saying, "Everything will be alright."

I can't see your eyes and I'm tasting mud
But pools of static are haunting mine.
I wish to hold on to something strong
but the arm that I'm grasping is unlatching now...

Dadda
I'm telling the jury the puppet is dancing
Dadda
I've had your shoes, I put them on for size

Though I never saw the gun by your bedside,
Now I can feel your breath fading
I'll go crawling down
Looking for a dead body

He can't hear me scream his name
the jury's decided no more playing
Deathrow for the man with a tender embrace

Dadda...

Dadda...

Dadda...

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M'zi fiir hsmrk mx qcwipj xlmw irxmvi xmqi,
Erh mx'w kixxmrk xmvmrk,
M'q ksmrk xs kix hvyro,
M'q ksmrk xs waeppsa wsqi tmppw,
Pmwxir xs qi,
Pmwxir xs qi,
Wxvmoi qi hsar xs lipp.

Choose your ghost to fall into,
Two clouds make a whole storm,
And the thunder will rumble,
As the lightening strikes,
Through the ground comes the faith you lost,
Wrap that faith around your neck,
Hope that God comes to save,
While you get thrashed against the floor,
You're screaming out for more,
And you or I stretched towards the ceiling,
Where the clouds formed the snow,
Inside your weathered room.

Nothing's gone right,
Mr. Lake is a figment of your imagination,
Poison boy keeps bothering you,
And Wool Kid's got his hood in your mouth.

You wanted to be a son,
A lamb of something so far, far away,
Of something you never believed to exist,
Yet here you lay, begging for forgiveness,
Knees to the ground and head tilted,
You were tired of rhymes and ***** bones,
Set fire, set fire, set fire to yourself,
I'm getting sick of pretending it wasn't so bad,
Cause I don't know where I'd be if I hadn't been so strange.

Nothing's gone right,
Mr. Lake is a figment of your imagination,
Poison boy keeps bothering you,
And Wool Kid's got his hood in your mouth.

Can you believe in the sea,
As it crashes up against the pleading soldier,
The tender mind can't take it no more,
As the sun comes down,
The beast come out.

The pleading soldier,
Locks away his treasures,
And bury's his own doubt,
Killing his morality.

With guns lighting up the stale air,
The pleading soldier makes his way,
Through enemy lines,
He can't get a shot on the general.

Bombs blow him away,
As the nights becomes the morning,
The fighting finally secedes,
Into the pleading soldier's mind.

Imagine a light,
coming from the end of the tunnel.
That's hope

Imagine your pet,
getting up after being hit by a car.
That's hope

Imagine a child,
their smile from seeing a little candy in your hand.
That's hope

Imagine Darkness,
and you holding hands with her.
That's hope

I see where I linger
Between the forestry,

My heart beats for his voice,
Between the forestry,

I scream to ask him,
I need to feel my fingertips,

So speak the words I told you to,
But my head won't give in to let me free.

Between the forestry,
I see that he is wounded,

I know that I should leave him alone,
Between the forestry,

But I need my voice to carry on,
And there's no doubting my own cowardliness.

So I go,
Go away,
Far from this place,
So I go,
Away,
Away,
Away...from him.