I love the sound of silence
Of the quiet between the songs I hear
And the music of the silence between the notes

There are stories in the mirror
I read them everyday
Each day a new story
Different from yesterday's

Each day I read something new
But some stories turn out blue
Each mirror tells a story
To a stranger or friend
The stories they tell
Are different but never end

Each mirror tells a story
When it's in the light
But grows quiet and cold
If the moon is in sight

There are stories in the mirror
I hear them all the time
Just look in the closet
They are waiting to be told

He offered me the earth and all in it
Riches and gold, power and fame
A place above kings, a throne to sit
Pleasures in life without no shame

In exchange for a soul
That I possess
You won't be a ghoul
Or demon possessed

Not nearly enough I turned and smiled
I wish not for fame
Nor money and power
If you give what I need
We have a deal

A man without desire
For the things on earth
What do you wish that I can't give
What do you have that most men wish

You're the Prince of Earth
And I'm satiable but
Not of the things in this world
Those things never last

I should have taken his offer
While it lasted so
All I could've gained
In exchange for one soul

But I don't want riches
I don't want fame
**** I don't even want power
I just wanna know why

Yeah I stopped writing
Cos it stopped helping
My demons still are
Pounding in my head

I've lived I've loved
And seen the good in people
I've hurt I've hated
And seen the worst in man

But I don't blame them
Not for what happened with me
At least
I still blame myself
For not taking the angel's either

God will not destroy the world
We'll destroy it long before he arrives

Are there any moments
When you read a book
Or hear a song
A phrase maybe
And the thoughts
Of the one you once loved
Crosses your mind

I think it's kinda funny
I know it's kinda sad
The people who betray me
Are the ones I trust the most

Warm and gentle
Her touch ever graceful
A smile across
Those lips so delightful
Sweet and beautiful
She's more than I ever asked

Here I am again writing **** down like it'd make me feel better
I look in the mirror and **** i still like what I see
But the dude on the other side
Doesn't seem too happy with what I've become
A lot of things have changed
Not much that I'm particularly proud of
Maybe my best days are past
Maybe I'm a **** after all
Maybe I'm ****** in the head
And the only thing that makes sense is a paradox
Maybe I just need to sleep
Or get hit real hard in the face
It's probably really the end of days
Too late to be a ***** about it now
What if it's okay to feel bad
What if it's okay to ***** up
Maybe I'm just human after all

What about those I've hurt?
Wish I could say sorry enough
I never mean to hurt anyone
Except maybe the one in the mirror

So much has changed
But hey I still have a piece of my soul
I should probably let that bleed out too
Cos yeah it's so much easier to not feel at all

What the hell?! I'm probably overthinking everything
Nothing's as bad as it may seem
Well until your demons come to feed

What does it matter anyway
All of it
It's all just a joke
Not a very funny one though
I'm gonna climb back up my ***
And not show my face here again
It's not like anyone gives a ****
It's not like I give a ****

I'm no poet
I'm just ****** up

Filled with sorrow and despair,
Stripped of love and life
Left pale with a broken heart
and a wounded lost soul.

Fueled by regret and pains
You know no peace
Can't find a resting place
Even in an empty vase.

Your cries I hear,
Your death; hard to bear
It's an empty world
With no one to share it
But the only I hear
Is your wailing ghost

A shared tragedy they say
Brings people even closer
In circles they bond and pray
Believing it makes them stronger

And so the world suffered this fate
It struck fear in our hearts and made us sick
We promised to move past our hate
As to save lives, we had to pick

But when the dust did settle
It left us in ruins and wrack
Just like the *** and the kettle
We burned again in greed and hate
But turned to called the other black

Why does no one ever listen
          And those that pretend to do
                   Never truly understand