I want to be a king,
just for one day.
I want to know what it feels like
to have all power
limitless power
I would force this thing you call abuse
into the corner it originated from.
I wish I could be the man of the hour
for one day
This time will be mine.
I will sit, finally being able to show my face.
I want to emerge from depression,
rise from the black water,
and come re-done,
not undone
I wish I could lead.
I would give the peasants a life worth living,
tyranny would be nowhere seen.
In my rule,
everyone is loved,
and all are happy.
If I was a king for a day,
I would do my best
to make this world
a better place
I feel so afraid,
to be small all my life.
I want to be king,
Because I am nothing now.
nothing
at
all
I don't know what this life
has to offer  
I want this world under fire.
But not by my rule.
The leaders have brought us down.
i see the people
they Are hurting.
I want to end pain.
I see the pain.
I want to end poverty
I see the poverty.
I want to stop the people who want to **** themselves,
I want to be the all protector.
Is this bad?
No more will I be a helpless kid,
but a fearless leader.
If only I was king
*just for one day

life
rendered in time.
Made for those who could only see it through next November.
if you wanted,
I would hold you,
'till the stars in your eyes shine.
Please,
hold on
everything will be alright.
Just remember,
if there is no one to love you,
I will be there to tell you that I do
I love you, ***.
Just hold on.
Make something begin in your life.
Make something *work
Your heart is so precious,
suicide will not win you, my queen
Just remember to open your eyes.
Life was made for you,
I was made for you.
So just let me love you,
I will love you
for ever and ever
Let me think of you everyday,
and the life we have
together
Long live
*my queen

Merely
ghosts
floating in the dark
My mind is yet of
a puppeteer
*with no puppet

I fell in love
with the evil inside.
I fell in love
with the pain that swallowed me whole,
the pain that shouts
"I love you"
as the dagger hangs out the back.
"555
666
what the **** are ya gonna do *****?"
My life has broken into two.
One: good
Two: bad
I cannot choose between the two.
Being  good brings so much fortune,'
but being bad brings fun.
And everyone likes to have fun.
My sinful nature bleeds through my skin.
But my good nature bleeds between my soul and my heart.
The love/hate relationship is always
reoccurring  
What has my life come to offer me,
a cross and crown,
or horns and a star?
Where the hell have I gone?
I want to be a badass
yet be so kind and caring
I find it hard to believe,
I switch in between.
Or so. I. Think,
I am the double.
IT is in me.
IT.
Christ,
Satan,
and everything in
*between