So you want your kick?
Well it'll make you sick
But if I get my pick
I'll make sure it's quick.

Looks will instill the charm
I'll set off the alarm
Make it trickle down your arm.
You'll shiver in self-harm.

Your time with us will be short
But your sense will distort
You'll be used for our sport
Enjoying time in our resort.

But you'll never be free
We can't let you see
How you can feel such glee
When we'll never grant your plea.

No pressure
But can you clean the car?
No pressure
But you need 100 or you won't go far.
No pressure
But your next needs to beat the rest.
No pressure
But you need to be a step above the best.
No pressure
But you need to find the liar.
No pressure
But you're getting fired
No pressure
But you need to lead your peers.
No pressure
But you need to beat your fears.
No pressure
But we're gonna add another problem to the pile.
No pressure
But if you fail, we'll move on all the while.

I'm to accept that I'm nothing new
Things like this in life are tough to chew.
But knowing there's more than a few
Means I know how to take my cue.

A cue that will set me up for more
Raise my sails for open shores.
Help me cut straight to the core
I'll take my cue to fade and end this war.

My troubles are caused by myself alone.
Learning this helped me keep from being a clone.
Knowing that I'm like everyone I've known
Is a cut that hits deeper than the bone.

I will see you in another life
But I don't wanna pass.
I'll wait there, but not for long
For everything moves too fast.

We've had our chance
And we had our time
But you took your stance
And I took mine

When we met
Your words were venom on my skin
The poison set
Now neither can win

You lured me in
A rabbit in your snare
I told you my sin
And you had your share
You threw me in the bin,
Left me without a care

But let me warn you now
I'm not getting strung along
I'm breaking my last vow
Leaving you where you belong.

You took your fire
Now I'll take mine
I can hear the choir
Guess you missed the sign.

Things WON'T end fine.

I agree.
Politicians tell nothing but lies.
It's hard to see
When you too have your own guise.
It can catch onto me
But it helps us all grow a little more wise.
Lets us learn to be free
With all their noise it just makes me want to rise.

I don't know what to say from this point on.
Guess I'm just holding onto an old con.

Breathe in, and Breath out.
That's what they taught me in the class
Sometimes, I wanna shout.
I just don't wanna be lumped into the mass.

I bet that you can relate.
Never wanted to meet that fate
Is it wrong for us to feel so right?
I think of no one else at night.

I'll come and see you soon.
Ti'll then, just shoot for the moon.

Am I just another face in the crowd?
Given no reason to be proud
Just hear me scream so loud
Watching the farm get plowed.

Comes down on me so hard
I don't know what to feel
Leaving my body scarred
How'd life get so real?

Beatings that can't be seen
Controlling behind the screen
Beat me like your coward queen
Cover up and clean the scene

My face, a price of gold
Create my priceless mold
Flaunt me, but can't be sold
Trade me when you grow old.

When you get something new
Buy me for my appeal
no one really cares what's true
When you forever kneel.

Thanks for your thoughts on the matter,
The first week made my mind shatter.
Meeting you is what helped me.
Being around you helped break free.

Our time may have been small
but you stopped my fall.
I felt you would have left me behind.
Erased me, like the others, from your mind.

Please tell me when we can meet again,
I'd love to reunite with an old friend!
I don't want something like this to end
but I can't wait for the chance to send.

I watch it's tantalizing sway
occupying my thoughts all day
Making me think of what's to gain
for it takes is just a bit of pain

Take away my insulting load
replace it with a hurtful goad
Decipher this cryptic code
ending this long and winding road

Put it on and mask my frown
come and watch me drown
Fake my joy like a clown
put on my fiber crown

The sweet sound of the crack
sends shivers down my back
Blame me for what you lack
stuff me in your waste sack

Set me down and get me weighed
find where I'll finally be laid
Forever lost within the shade
no longer in need of aid.

Thanks for the reply,
Getting free took a lot of meditation
But I've got to try
I need to stop taking this medication

I've still got more issues to solve
My friends have dropped to a few
But I need to strengthen my resolve.
It was nice talking to you.

Hear me out,
I know we haven't talked in so long
I've found a route
A better way to help me stay strong

But what about you?
Did you finally leave those teenage years?
Gotta find something new
Finally get out of these age old fears.

School is filled with rules.
Followed by too many fools.
Spending many years in schools.
You think we'd have the tools!

Tools to help let us know.
Help us find where we'll go.
To put our thoughts on show.
Make our creativity flow!

Instead we're put inside a cell.
Falling deeper within our well.
We're forced to live in this hell.
Never to break free from our shell!

Pulling us further from our kin.
We're to find the area within.
Setting us up for greater sins.
What's learned can't help with what we're in!

They want a story to rhyme
But won't give you any time
Stay silent like a mime
Feel like you've commit a crime.

Teachers will take what you earn
Being left with no where to turn
To become more than a fern
We must choose what we learn.

Steal these thoughts from me
Flaunt them for all to see
Thievery brought to a new degree
Destruction flung intentionally carefree

Pain for others to feel
Feign your part in the deal
Gain from what's not real
Chain em' and make em' kneel.

Smile a grin too wide for life
Insert too deep, the starving knife
The crowds wear masks of gleeful pain
Adorn your crown to embark your reign.

Leaving questions for my kind
Weaving together all his finds
Heaving the smiles of broken minds
Cleaving away the frail binds

Turn on this happiness machine
Dine on our delightful cuisine
Make me feel like Athene
Beyond what my smile'll see

One heart beats and another starts
The machine assembles the parts.
Sprinkled with water it's set free
Our lives are spent to bloom the seed.
A woman's cry to start this life
The tools never tell us lies.
It tells us it's positive
Try to pause a bit.
Let things slow down
Thought's will make you drown.
Your belief tells you what
Your mind thinks too much.
Say yes to end the pain
But end a life in vain.

It happens to
everyone.
It will affect
everything.
A set of dolls
smashed.
A child's life
bashed.
Your car's
crashed.
Headlights
flashed
A marriage
trashed.


You've caused
abuse.
You've been
abused.
Family can
abuse.
Laws are
abused.

Pull the string
watch me fall apart
The laughing that stings
pulls at my heart
Tear me open
play with the toys
See me coping
with all this noise

Pull my strings
watch my life
Rend all beings
hide the knife
Cuts so deep
no more relief
From skin it seeps
hide your grief

The door jumps  to life.
The stairs growl under hate.
The growling from outside the door.

The dog, barking at the cat for tricking him into giving up his life.
The cat, slyly claiming she only did it to fix what little remained.
The rodent, behind thin walls watches but sees his chance to leave.

The dog, biting with it's teeth, and the cat, scratching with it's claws.
The rat, biding it's time slips out never to be seen.
The crows see the maimed dog and the mauled cat, they question why this happened and why they did this but not who else was affected.

Since I was a small child I saw the worst in people. People would cheat, people would steal and people would lie.

My father was a man of no honor. He stole my moms heart, gave her another life to care for then left her eternally.

Since I was a small child  I saw the worst in people. People would cheat, people would steal and people would lie.

My ears would catch the voices of the unfaithful. They would betray their 'love' and lie to the innocent.

Since I was a small child I saw the worst in those around me. They would lie to me and tell me to trust the ***** dogs.

My eyes felt the gaze of the dogs upon me. The beautiful beasts, embodying innocence, gave me the lie of hope.

What is time?
Is time a tool?
Is it mine to own?
Is it a towns fool?

If we created time
Then does that make it ours?

Why would we share time?
Why wouldn't we keep it to ourselves?

Does time grow at one pace
Or does it flow at our rates?

Is it just a figment of our imagination?
Or is it just another of natures creations?

If time is real, what's to say it won't stop?
If time's fake, what's to give us this idea?

To those who read and those who plead
A message for one and all to heed
Please please, I need your attention please
A fickle star such as me has much to need
If we choose to leave or stay in times of greed
Then we must heave the grey lives we lead
It's so sad yes so sad to see our love bleed
Watching them fall like Indian beads

Listen listen please, or we'll be bound
For if we don't we'll lose all we've found
If we refuse to let free our hearts that pound
Then we will be forced to stick to the ground
The sky! Please look to the sky!
For we dream to fly up so high!
Like a bird! Yes a bird! If a lowly bird can fly!
Then why shouldn't we go and give it a try?

Now look brother now see sister! If we leave we're free!
We can leave this land and reach new heights above seas!
The sky will burn no more the green will finally flee!
Our lives, destroyed by our love for getting the lead
We must band together and finally we'll get to see
The world outside is more than just a sad dream
Outside is where our chance lies, waiting for one keen eye

An eye! yes an eye! Please please give me an eye.
If the mist takes lives and removes our eyes
Surely the sky above all sky's will fix our lies.
Fix our lies? No not our lies, fix our lives!
With no more lives to deal with strife
We'll be set free into a world without life.
Our perfect world awaits us we must leave!
But now we all see that our chance is lost.
There is no life the green takes it all.
There is no truth the lies hide it all.
There is no hope the sky still falls.
It takes just one mistake for us to end it all.

Two Face walks without a care.
Two Face cares not to walk.
Two Face greets people everyday.
Two Face does not care to talk each day.

One face smiles and give all it has to its friends.
The other frowns, cries, and keeps to itself.
One face cheers, "Hear hear!" and supports the weak.
The other shouts, "Life's not fair!" and maims the meek

"Two Face lives to lie" some say about it.
"Two Face lies to live" say others.
"If Two Face cares to be itself it'd act one way." or so they say.
"Two Face lives to please not to be." says Two Face's parents.

None know the truth behind Two Face.
Why care for people half the time.
And turn your back on them the other?
Two Face lies and Two face hides, but why?

Two Face ignores them and goes on through his day.
Two Face never learns to live another way.
Two Face fakes its life and tells other its lies.
But Two Face knows the truth.

"Some see one face" it'd say to itself.
"Some see the other" it'd chant.
"Few see both"
"And none see the third."

Mister White sends his kids to school.
Mister Black keeps his kids at home.
Mister Grey ponders if he's just a fool.
"Calm down and let go" says mister White.
"Hold on to remember" says mister Black.
"But he stole me of life!" says mister Grey.

Mister White, being calm and just tells mister Grey,
"Karma can carry you to victory, be fair to him and you'll be fine."
Mister Black, never seeing eye to eye with mister White tells him,
"If you let time take it's course, you'll never get anywhere in life, take action and make haste."
Mister Grey, not knowing what to say replies,
"Mister White, mister Black, thanks to you both, but Karma can take a life and rushing causes recklessness."
Mister White ponders his thought and says to him,
"That may be true, but if we take action we can endanger the lives of the innocent."
Mister Black lets the idea roll around in his head before saying,
"You may be right, however, if we don't do something we allow them to continue with their crimes."
Mister Grey seeing there's no right or wrong wonders,
"If I were younger would I be more like mister Black? If I had concept of time would I be more like mister White?"
Mister Grey chews on this idea, spitting out the truth, mister Grey leaves.

If everything fades away.
What's the point of living today?
If everything we work so hard for,
is just lost so someone else can get more.

When life get's you down off your drug,
Just give it another click enjoy the pugs.
If all we have will soon fade,
Then let it all live on for the pain.

The man pulled into the driveway, just returning home with a brand new pair of penny loafers. He was ecstatic to wear them and show them off during a fine stroll when he found the time. He climbed out of the car and jogged to the front door, a very clear hop in his step. He placed the key in the know and turned. He then proceeded to head inside. He could wait no longer. He made his way to the dining room table and sat down in one of the chairs. He held the shoe box in his hand for a brief moment, eyes closed. He felt the smooth cardboard, the fresh smell. It was overwhelming. He opened his eyes again, and opened the box. There they were. His destiny, staring back at him. He took off his old shoes and slipped on the loafers. For a second, all was fine. But then, a realization hit him. His eyes went wide. He couldn't believe it. Wouldn't believe. And yet, it was so apparent. What is it, you wonder? Well, it was this: his loafers were one size too big. He thought to himself, "This isn't possible. I checked at the store. These were my size." He became frantic. He screamed, clawing at the air, begging for the gods above to give him mercy. He could accept many hardships in life but this, he couldn't bear this. He began to foam at the mouth, his screams and moans getting increasingly loud. Until, suddenly, the noises ceased. If anyone were to enter that house, they would see a man lying their on the floor, mouth and eyes open, wearing those pair of ****** loafers.

In a world of goblins, orcs and the likes there lived a hero. This hero was a person of peasant blood and a friend to the weak. Every day the people of his little village would go to him for help. The hero would never turn them away, and always solved their problems. However, the day came for them to ask of a task too large. The hero was sent out to fight a battalion of goblins, orcs and trolls. This battalion was well known for being the most ruthless and devastating in all the land. Everywhere they went they left a trail of destruction and despair. But the hero being bound by honor went to confront them head on. He sliced through the goblins with his expertly crafted sword. He pierce the flesh of the orcs with the precise shots of his bow. It was truly a sight to see, one man taking on an army. But much to the villagers dismay, by the time he got to the trolls, his quiver was empty and his sword had broke. He still took them on with his bare fists. As if possessed by a beast, the hero tore through lines of the battalion slaughtering all in his path. None stood a chance until he reached the one who lead the battalion of death. Without saying a word, the hero grabbed the leader by the neck and lifted him off the ground. Squirming in his iron grip, the leader begged and pleaded for his life to be spared. The hero contemplated this for a time but the leader had tricked him, he pulled his dagger from his sleeve and stabbed the hero. The hero succeeded in saving the village that day, and that's why we're left with you. The son of a hero who gave his own life to save his people. The fate of the village left in the gauntlets of his son prodigy. there's only one problem with that: you don't know how to be a hero. You can't fight, in fact, you can barely pick up a sword. The mere chance that you would've failed to get even one of your fathers traits is amazing. With you being the best "hero" we've got left, you're being sent to a larger city to train. The shining city of Miridas, a cultural capitol and center of innovation. There you will me the man who will cultivate your potential and temper your skills. That is, if you have any skills. You leave tomorrow at dawn, to start your new life.

I watch the young couple doing their dance
All the while a business man loses his chance
He thinks to himself, "What if I could be-
the one  loving behind the tree?"

The young couples dance comes to an end
The business man notices the trend
He says to himself, "If we see what's to be-
then can we profit off others misery?

The old friends leave behind their lives
To pick up a new kind of jive
The business man says, now old and gray,
"What if they all had a chance to say their say?"

He looks back in pain at the love he left
"What have I done, I've committed theft.
Taken all of which the young people need.
If only i had what's now inside of me."

The old man lies in his bed dreaming of a better year
Although they lived life in fear
They never gave in to the lies we live.

Isn't life just like a comedy routine?       you put on a face for the public?

or do you let it       All fall down and let them see      what you are?

if you Might let them         inside Do you keep it there     should You let It continue?

would you shout "Not me, i'm the face of Genius"                and keep the      sherade's going?

is it all the same          as Calling for           help when it'll         never come?

           Are we       Lying to ourselves or is it just a     Lame excuse          For    another form Of           escapism?


is it Really           all that much different          than Hating yourself      

for Everything that is          out of Life's reach?
                    is life          just a         dreamers Playground?

Each day, when you wake
Do you loosen your chains?
Do you run to the meadows
And Dance in the rain?
Or do you stay trapped,
in a cage, in restraints
One with the phone you're a slave to each day

In a world where the old is the same as the new,
Is there even a difference between me and you?
Could we tell the false apart from the true?
Should we leave messages riddled with clues?

in a world with No new,
would there be a You?
could we have a True?
should We leave clues?
for those to Light the fuse,
we leave All to be imbued
with love, lies, And a noose.

When you wake for the day
But see your trapped in yesterday
Yet set out to be one with sea
And hide behind mountains

When one with earth
Is trapped in technology
What happiness it brings
With the lives that it takes.

The child with no scars
Lives life without bars
His worries are that of life
but contain little strife.

The child with no scars
Plays in the sand all day
He dreams of going to mars
while his friends run away

The child with no scars
He’s got it so good
He won’t have to worry bout’ cars
he’s been w’thout food

The child with no scars
He’s not allowed to be here
He’s no better than galahs
He keeps tryin’ to get near.

The child with no scars
We avoid him while we work
He’s told “You’ll make it far!”
but no one knows how much I hurt.

The child with no scars
Even gets fancy food and knifes
He'll never have to hide behind bars
his life will be without strife.

The child with no scars
Gets all he wants without work
Everyone tells him he'll make it far
but nobody sees how much he hurts.

The child with no scars
Gets fancy food and knifes
He'll never hide behind bars
his life will be without strife.

The child with no scars
Gets all he wants without work
Everyone tells him he'll make it far
but nobody sees how much he hurts

Gregor Parson was but your average man, he loved to sleep in on Saturdays, go to church on Sunday and work on Monday. However, our dear Gregor was never quite complete.

He never had any emotions, he never had any need for a family. He could never quite see why people would waste their time raising a child when they could use their time to help society.

Gregor Parson was but your average man, he loved to sleep in on Saturdays, go to church on Sunday and work on Monday. However, our dear Gregor was never quite complete.

He never had any friends, he never saw the need for such tools. He could never quite understand why people would waste their time pleasing others just to let them leave and take your time with them.

Gregor Parson was but your average man, he loved to sleep in on Saturdays, go to church on Sunday and work on Monday. However, our dear Gregor was never quite complete.

He never spent much time with his colleagues, he never had any need to know them. He could never see why people would want to help or get to know their competition when you could spend your time going above them.

Gregor Parson was but your average man, he loved to sleep in on Saturdays, go to church on Sunday, and work on Monday. However, our dear Gregor was never quite complete.

He never needed time for others, he already had very little for leisure. He could never socialise with others, they would always ask him strange questions or odd requests. He never wanted to do things for others, he believed in himself.

Gregor Parson was not your average man, he loved to keep people over on Saturdays, use his tools on them on Sunday and hide it all on Monday. However, our disgusting Gregor could never hide this forever.

He always thought he was right and he always saw others as wrong. He never had need for another's opinion, no one would accept his hobbies. He always knew that if only they had a chance to try it themselves, they would understand.

Gregor Parson was never a sane man, he loved to harm others on his time off, he would abuse his own tools and luckily, our horrifying Gregor was nothing more than a fool.

He always enjoyed showing off his creations, and people would always come to see. He never understood why, they would look at his creations and say things that he could not make out. He enjoyed this, he thought that maybe they could become apart of his collection.

Hailie Fink was not your average warden. She hated her job, it scared her to her bones, everyday she saw the most horrific things, anything ranging from a doll of her being eaten to a man making pictures of her out of his feces.

She had one man in particular that scared her above all else. His name was Gregor, he was known for making abominations of the innocent. She hated him more than she hated her job. He was what kept her going.

Hailie Fink was not your average warden. She hated her job, but today was the exception, she was no longer scared, she was no longer afraid. On this day, Hailie felt rather gay.

She had one man that kept her working her horrific job. His name was Gregor Parson. Gregor was insane above all else. But today was the day. This day brought her more pleasure than any before it. Today was the day Gregor would be put down by Hailie.