Pretty, blue and dark
deep and wide
like a mouth full of tar
pretty, deep ocean
open your mouth
and swallow me whole
pretty, pretty ocean
so deep and dark

Dear friends,
can i tell you a story?
I know you might not remember me.
But it's worth your time,
I hope.
It's a story about a girl
who lost sight of what was important to her
and fell into madness.

-the girl in the walls

They help you feel indifferent
Or they help you get high enough
To fall asleep with all the things you've done
Painkillers and Sleeping Pills
Make you forget it
They bottle it up and say take it
Call it medicine
Painkillers and Sleeping Pills

blissful and sweet
euphoric and keen

keep with you always a sharp mind
for your heart betrays you, in the best of times

deadly and meek
traitor and bleak

keep always your heart on your sleeve

Do you hear the suffering,
and cries.
Do you see the desperation
in my eyes.
Do you see the drowning
of your lies.

Can you feel, Mrs. Black Widow?
Or is your heart black as coal,
and your mind void of hope?

There was once a girl,
she wasn't well known,
she fell down a rabbit hole.
She tried to get up,
but she couldn't break free,
and she was locked in the chains of insanity

I feel like we live in the world now where every little piece of you, your body, your heart, your mind, everything makes you apart of something bigger than yourself.
I feel like every little piece of you is lovable and always will be that way.
Don't let anyone tell you that something is wrong with you.
I feel like every little piece of you is imperfect in its own way
I feel like no one is perfect, the only thing is imperfect, and that makes you completely human and alive and real ... and lovable.

I feel like

Cotton Candy Skies
Won't You be Mine?

How do you write your whole world into one line?
It feels like I am pouring the ocean into an Olympic swimming pool.

In love with you
is like sleeping on a bed of
roses
Where it looks so pretty and beautiful
but when you lie down
you sink into thorns and bleed
It's a bed of lies as they say

What’s one thing you wish you could stop from ever happening?
But if you stop that one thing
Wouldn’t you and everything around you cease to exist?

Home and Mind
With this I lay mine
Down to rest
For demons and their hands
Want ink we hold
In our hearts and mind
I lay this mind down to rest
With my heart busted
And leaking
It’s time to go and sleep
And I won’t weep for this soul
But for it whole
Mind and Body
That’s where I rest
Home and Mind

I have followed you so willingly into the rain
To make sure you don't lose all that you gained
And if my efforts go to waste let them know
That I could keep the pace

I have done what others wouldn't do
And that is battle death with a righteous mind
Hold my head so high that the heavens quake when they see me off to put death to bed on a Friday night
Let them know that this is for me, my might

Let them know that I am not going to lose
to you

Shiny cars and Plastic seats
Perfect clothes and Fake people
Mushy brains and Nimble feet
Look at the world with its treacherous deeds
Where souls come to live and bodies to rot

Where can I find you
On the brink of death
Or hanging by a thread for joy
Where can I find you
Waiting for me at the threshold
Or by the Giving Tree, with spirit
Where can I find you
Right next to me
Or gone for the next hold
Where can I find you
It echoed

The doll maker is not a lover
The doll maker will spend decades with death
The doll maker makes no mistake, he makes the people quake
And if you come face to face
Shut your mouth
He takes no chances with you or I
The doll maker will end your life like a fly in a web

I should have listened
I should have done better
I should ... fight for you
But I can't
I want you to be happy
But not when I'm a weight on your shoulders
Stay with me

It’s kind of sad honestly
I mean
We’re literally floating on a rock in the middle of nowhere waiting for something big and scientific and amazing and miraculous to happen
See it sounds sad and pathetic
I mean
The only thing we ever think is happening is what is in front of us
And we are just floating on a rock in the middle of nowhere, with no where to go and waiting for the sun to blow us up or someone to take over the world
Yeah pathetic really


Reality Check total:
34 people enraged
12 people contemplating
54 people confused

My own little world
Where the sun dies every night to let the moon breathe
Where all the little creatures live in harmony
Where all the people sing with lovely rhythms for me
My own little world where nothing goes wrong
My own little world
Where the moon tries to stay alive longer; drowning the poor sun
Where all the predators hunt for everything that breathes or moves
Where all the people scream for me
My own little world
Where the mind goes mad, so do I

I like to think
to think about the people
to think about the dead
to think about the inevitable
I like to think
to think, think, think
but now I know that thinking
is a dangerous passtime
for you and I

i watch as the building burns and the people scream
i watch as the walls crumble and the people fall
i watch and watch as the ceiling caves in and the people wail
i watch and all i can do is watch

i hear the screams and cracking of walls
i hear the cries and the ceiling breaking
i hear the wails and the fire crackling

and i hear it all but what can i do except watch

Time is slow and invincible
Time is holed and inconceivable
Time is effortless and smooth

Time is all those things, but what is time without
those who live in it
like you or me

The spider and the fly.
An interesting couple, don't you agree?
The spider wants to trap the fly,
have the fly in its parlor, to dine and feast.
The fly wants to get away
from the spider and its venom, the fly is hunted.
And the spider is the hunter. Quick and clean.
Watch out little fly, don't step into the spider's parlor.
Be careful little fly, here comes the spider, ready to dine.

I do not write for tragedies and happy endings
I do not write for fame or money
I do not write to hurt others
I write to show you that feelings are everywhere
Not just the ones you have

a promise to keep
no way to sleep
a life to beat
more to feast
crave the east
a promise of beasts

a cocoon is fit for those who bloom
after blood is shed
after those are dead
a throne is fit for those who bleed
after months have fled
after those are dead
your mind is fit for madness
after sadness is condemned
after your death is commanded