i always told her that this isn't love
we were just seeing two empty doves
floating above our minds to control
to change the fate of lost soul

we were both enraptured with greed
just turned into monsters to bleed
is it wrong to love similar to you?
or is this a sin to be true?

both doves had weep for many days
while sensing the heat in so much blaze
our demons inside began to get lost
such until our fate wander and crossed

she is art,  unique, a dire perfection
chained in lust but devoured by affection
she is heaven-sent, a tormenting angel
who agonize thyself and put into spell

we we're lost souls force to meet in lust
shattered in pieces and thrown in disgust
struggling beyond the things undiscussed
but I left her because of the people I trust
I want her to know that she's my biggest regret
for losing her was my death to forget

Sitting on a swing

back and forth

up and down



Watching everything that happens around me


Only the swing is just a little too high



My legs float above the ground

I would prefer to stand with both feet on the ground



being one with the world

being one with everything that happens around me



I just have to grow a little bit

They’ll check your wrists,
But not your thighs,
They’ll check your smile,
But not your eyes
They’ll avoid the truth,
Believe the lies,
Nothing to sooth,
No reason to cry,
Our smiles are bright,
Eyes are a bit dull,
Wrists are clean despite,
The blade with an emotional pull,
And we’re emotionally unstable,
But they say that’s okay,
We are all a bit of a riddle,
But that’s the only thing we can convey,
And the world will open to swallow us up,
But that’s okay, at least our habits remain,
And when their arms finally open up,
We will show them the reflection they taught us to shame,
So we paint a smile with the color of red,
From the thighs they didn’t check,
And from our eyes we bled.
And they'll only understand,
When the noose hold us by our necks,
And if they had thought twice,

Maybe our eyes they would have checked.