A flower, a rose, beautiful to behold
But painful to hold.
Wonderful to touch
But it's thorns a consequence to consider

An amorphous cave hides behind a cascading flow of crystalline blue, sparkling and shining like radiant glass.

Inside the incandescent cave, an effervescent and ephemeral scent of dulcet cinnamon coalesces into the air of the inside of this seemingly halcyon cave.

The feelings, the emotions, the sights, all too inexorable in it's ineffable reality. It calls out, with it's mellifluous and beautiful, languid and sirenic voice, incandescent with epiphany,

"Come child of man, meet me, greet me, welcome me, me as the idyllic felicity some dare to even dream of, and then let me embrace you and enrapture you and encompass you in my incorporeal and frozen, evanescent tranquility."

This ephemeral and serene cave now even murmurs and sings a tranquil symphony suffused with rhapsodic zeniths.

It... It truly was ephemeral...

A horrible shriek, a shrill and a repulsive and repugnant and rancid smell. A decrepit cacophony of hollow, anguished wailing and screaming. Pain at my soul, and a harsh, hoarse and coarse voice filled with slaughter and cataclysm. A grotesque, hirsute maladroit leech, visceral and shunned from everything and everyone, even the Earth itself...

I have no shame,
I cannot be tamed,
I cannot lie,
I will not cry,
I feel no guilt,
I shall be built,
On the principles of life
Of which this is my knife,
The end, to my strife.

Maybe when the crows start flying.
Maybe when the ravens start gliding.
Maybe when the squirrels start crawling,
And the wolves start burrowing,
And the bears start hibernating,
And the mosquitoes start disappearing.

Maybe I'll go into that forest, so enchanting, so mysterious.
So white, so bare.
Yet the most beautiful I've ever seen.
The ground is snow, the sky is night, peppered with the souls of the universe. The day is dark, the air is cold, now it's time to do my part.

My eternal promise, now too aged to be left undone.
I've made my speeches, and I've said my goodbyes.
Into the Dead Forest I go.
Into the white bulls-eye, where my deed must be done.
I now give myself to the elements.
I let their power break me down, crush my shield.
I let them take my soul, and let my spirit rise.
A ritual, a ceremony.
I have the power to bring life, and to bring death.
And I have the power to decide.
And so I have decided I would give up my power, my life, my heart, And all for the sake,
Of those I love.

This world was gripped by a puppeteer. He saw us all but deemed me our William Shakespeare. I was the poet, the world had to blow it. I was the artist, they weren't the smartest. I was the dreamer, they weren't believers, and I was the inventor, now they're no longer in the center.

The world was gripped by a puppeteer, but he looked at me and deemed me his sightseer. I was the psychic, the rest of the world had gone a little seismic. I was the vision, they couldn't come to a decision. I was the future, they needed some sutures and I was the wise one, but oh this world's a loaded gun.

The world was gripped by a puppeteer. He was their commandeer. He ordered the world to drown in flames, but they thought he was just playing games. Then he pulled his invisible strings, and from his chessboard began pulling corrupted kings.

Gold and silver rained upon the world, and blood and bones piled in the underworld. The little children just up and curled, and the madness hidden in the world began to just unfurl.

Gray skies couldn't hide the lies, broken kingdoms fell to the flies. The puppeteer had gripped the world, and oh how their sanity just twirled, oh, welcome to the new world. The world was gripped by a puppeteer, now all the baddies have to disappear.

Save us all, oh save us all. That's exactly what you'll do, my dear little puppeteer. 'Cuz as long as I'm pulling the strings, you'll always be doomed to stay here.

Save us all, oh save us all. That's exactly what I'll do, my dear little puppet. Oh it's gonna be you, you'll save us from the corrupted, but it's really me.

It'll be me, I'll be the one to save us all. I'm the real key, you're all under my thrall. 'Cuz as long I'm here, I'm pulling the strings. My little puppeteer, oh it's me, I'm the king of kings.

1, 2, 3, men outside the door, and they're lookin' a little gritty. They expect me to sit here lookin' pretty. No, no, I won't conform. No, no, my mind won't deform.

You won't catch me in a pink dress, you won't see me tryna' look like you. They tell me to be on my very best, but we all know a yes from me is the devil's due.

It's time to go, it's time to go.

Oh no, mother's lookin' sad. Oh no, father's goin' mad. Momma can't take it, papa wants to fake it. She can't fake it. I can't fake it.

Oh no, red ink is sinkin' into me, why does it smell like that? And where did Momma go? Momma, where'd you go?

Oh no, his face is blue and purple, hangin' from the spinning circle. He just keeps swinging, but Papa, the phone keeps ringing.

It's time to go, it's time to go.

You won't catch me with a painted face, you won't see me in that rigged up race. They tell me it's time to go, but I wanna stay and watch my heart grow.

You're only in it for the money, but you pretend like I'm your bunny. Where the hell did the love disappear to? None of it is true.

Lies surround us, it's becoming a blanket. Here comes the prison bus, your body's in a casket. Thought it was a ****** and a suicide, but really he just heard her, and I had to slice and lie.

I myself drank a little cyanide.

It's time to go, it's time to go.

They tried to change me, they only caged me. I felt caged, oh I felt caged. They were money hungry, I felt small and lonely. It was lonely, it was oh so lonely. I wanted to play, they wanted the pay. I wanted to play, oh I wanted to play.

I heard the sirens, I grabbed the virus, I know my science. Drank a little cyanide. I won't be caged, no I won't be caged.

It's time to go, oh it's time to go.

Lookin' pretty for you all, it's just too big of a risk. I have a gift for you all, one's in the room, the other in the office.

Caging myself for you, sitting tall, it's just not happening. It's time to fall, oh it was all just maddening. They thought it was a ****** and a suicide, I myself drank a little cyanide.

It's time to go, oh it's time to go.

Night's amore, dark wings galore, people running through the streets. Everyone dies alone.

Running from the fear, as if it'll save our souls. The church bells of hope no longer sound, the violins of death are now abound. Shadows lull us to sleep, but if we do, our souls will no longer be ours to keep.

Run child, run. It'll do you no good. Run child, run. Maybe you'll find the sun.

Doves are colored black, ravens die white, people bleed red but I'm still in my bed. Romance was born, romance was rotten. The love of our parents was all but forgotten.

This world is coming to an end. This chaos is reigning, reality's bending, my mind is just shredding. I can't think in this pool of black. We all need truth, but that's the very thing we lack. My mind's a whirpool of crazy, but everyone else is just too lazy.

Run child, run. This world is overrun. Run child, run, go find the midnight sun. Run child, run. Don't you dare look back. Run child, run, don't you dare leave just to cry.

This world's become a megalomaniac. I can't bare to see you lie. Can't bare to see you slain, see them reign.

Run my child, run from the sane. Run my child, run from the humane. Run my child, run, from the dark rain.

Don't come looking for me, I'm not home.
I'm on the floor, but it's all bare. It's cold and it's hard, just like this life. Don't come looking for me, nobody's home.

I sit in silence, surrounded by a darkness full of sunlight. I wonder, what would it be like without the light? Everything's grey and bleak, I don't understand. Where is the color? I've never seen it.

I bet it's beautiful. But sadly, I can't see anything but the dullness of what's left of me. There's a mirror in front of me, but sadly, I don't have the strength to look. I'm too fragile, so please don't look for me. I'm not home, I swear.

There are tired children wakin' up every night. Some listen to the ticking clocks of their dying shells, but others do not. Why should I be any different? What's wrong with being tired? Just leave me be. Don't come looking for me, 'cuz I won't be home.

They say gravity's just a force, but it's a physical thing, and it pushes down on me. I can't get up, can't sit up, I can't look up. All the weight's crashing down on me. Crushing me.

Why do I have to be the same? Like I said, nobody's home, so please go on. Live your life, please don't try to find me, because in this world of grey, this is no place for someone as colorful as you.

Please don't try to call me, 'cuz I swear I'm not home. Please don't try to leave a message, 'cuz I swear I'm not home. Please don't try to find me, 'cuz I swear, I'm not home.

Please don't come looking for me, 'cuz I swear, nobody's home.

All she does is cry, and your life's ******* tragic. All she does is lie, hey, I can offer you some magic.

Goin' round and round and round and round, oh come on, bring on the hell hound. I can make her dance to this sound. I can make you go all around.

Your nose is bleeding, she is still screaming. She won't shut up, you won't get up. Oh please just get up.

She doesn't rule your life, you gotta cut the ties. How about I give you the knife, so you can end all her lies?

Come on, you know that's all she does. Come on, you know she doesn't deserve you. She's no longer here cuz, she's no longer crying for you.

No more love, no more doves. No more blood, no more gloves.

Hey boy, I can see your life's so ******* tragic. Hey boy, get up and see, I can give you some magic. Look at this, it's so nice and shiny. I'll give you some bliss, just pick up the right key.

Come on boy, you don't need to bleed anymore. You don't need to stay.

Goin' round and round and round and round, oh look, it's my little hell hound. Let's go all around, let's shut up her sound.

Cuz all she does is lie and cry, and my oh my, she's screaming, beggin' for life. Even in the end, she still lied, she still cried. The only good thing she did for us was scream.

Now let's go chase our dream.

All we gotta do is throw the trash away. Oh poor girl, she'll be forgotten. But it's not our fault she was oh so rotten. Now we just gotta ignore her family's careless sway.

She gave us a scream, now let's go chase our dream. Gotta grab it, gotta hold it, grabbin' and holdin'. Oh, this dream we caught, she's all rot, and we're all golden.

When a person is being held at gunpoint, they don't look into the gun. They look into the eyes of the person holding the gun.

There was a pool of water, and it reflected the colorful sky above.

I screamed and my fists came down upon the water. But instead of hitting solid, I fell through the mirror water, and found myself floating in blue water, which became darker and darker as I descended. Suddenly I saw a light behind me, and I turned and reached for it, but I couldn't scream out and I fell through the water and out into the sky, where I fell, fell, fell, down to the roof of the highest building. I fell. I hit the ground. I exploded into thousands of colored glass, and the colored blood inside me splashed onto every memory I had.

Now I don't know. Every part of me is scattered and I'm missing the time and the life. I'm missing the light. I'm missing the colors. The real ones. The ones that had life in them.