P r e s s u r e

They were already out
Gleaming, white
also brown, maybe a dash of black?
I couldn't have known.
but I feel wrong, as if they have already grown.

P r e s s u r e

Sockets of mine
are blind, fine

P r e s s u r e

I keep on pushing
and pushing
If that's what it takes

P r e s s u r e

To get my eyes back
yes
The pressure I can endure, but maybe not my own
face.

Well isn't this a surprise
In a bar where all hope dies
          A girl
                        with silver in her hair
                         so sweet and fair
         Once
                         I knew her

Bold yet sweet
she would always greet

                        The o so lonely me.

How I miss those simple times
                        thoughts
                        fe­elings
                        songs
                        lies­

Unremembered, still not less nice.

They cut away my ears
              They did

They tore my chin down
              They did

They broke and mutilated my fingers
              They did

You see?
It was them

              But just blame me.



( I was scared but now i'm free)

Sunflowers are nice for me
because I love bright yellow things

       But.

The center of a sunflower is always dark.
The deeper you go
the darkness will grow

And when you'll reach the dead center


             oh you will know.

Waking up in cold sweat
was it real or just a threat?

I'm not...


                                                 sure.


It really scares me sometimes
              /not seeing with my eyes/

Desperately looking through my             memories

What isn't real, or rather, what is?
Maybe I need to take my pills
                                to see the kills
                                      of my dreams

It gives me chills
To have the feels

                                               -awake-