This is simple
           This is quick
                       My mind is dying, It's decadence
and when I ask for help, Everyone only speaks static

My mind is numb
My skin cold from the ice in my veins
I'm a corpse that's alive
I'm awake after I died
My fingertips are thorns
My nails are frost
My knuckles are gems
So as I punch, They are lost
My eyes are glass
As I blink and cry they crack
My throat is sore
I dare not scream anymore
My mouth is a rose
That died before it's bloom
My lips are petals
And they burn as I kiss the devils heirlooms
My back is stem
That lovers break
As they try to rescue the daisies
That aren't in my head, but they're still fake
My body is a garden
That winter will always touch
It isn't groomed or seeded
So my heart's weeds will flourish in this rust

One day I woke up
And they called it being alive
And I took this gift for granted
So I cried
“Look at Mommy”, “Mommy” help me
But then I didn’t know
What’s a Mother? What’s a Mother?
A Mother is Hope

One day I opened up my eyes
I searched quickly what’s around me
I found Sisters, I found a Father
I found a family,
And a beautiful Mother too
What’s a Mother? What’s a Mother?
A Mother is the one who stood back and smiled as you grew

I found my Mother in memories
In the sand, snow, and sun
I found my Mother loving melodies
That in her mind goes unnamed
I found my Mother with open arms
Where she swore I didn’t deserve harm

I found my Mother where there were few
And I love my Mother,
And my Mother is you.

The dreams that you miss
Are the ones you refuse to find
That's how childhood dies

Today I woke up
And I stayed in my sleep
I was meant to walk on dreams
I know this all seems…
Like a dedication to a lunatics life
But i’m dancing on clouds
In a world that allows
The freedom to be
Or the freedom to see
Every color, Every sound
Everything lost that’s also found
In the world where dreams are alive
Awakened and forsaken
For royalty and those who wish to die and survive
Today I woke up
And smiled because
I can finally exist
As a royal outlaw

An Angel gave me wings
And she made me promise not to sin
I guess I’m just a liar
Who would do anything to learn to fly
So watch me as I fly from this place
Watch me as I speak brashly to Gods face
No I don’t need to believe in you
Because I know you don’t believe in me too
Yes I know you won’t care about your accidents
Now I know you don’t care about the bodies in my basement
I’m not half of the things I say
I’m not part of the excuses I gave to those I wished to lead astray
Please, Please I’m Suffocating!
I should of known you wouldn’t be waiting…

Far to often I find that I spit my words out
Not to let them be known but to shun them from my brain
What's the point of picking careful words
When all that's left of them is stale, bitter, cold?
I find myself closing my eyes
Trying to imagine a better day
But days don't get better
Days can't get worse
Days steep in kettles
In till they are poured
Our hands are teacups
It explains all the burns
We stick out our tongues for a sip
Of the day that left in the empty spaces
Spaces we purposely put between our fingers
I chug the tea that is now cold
Reminding me of memories
That stuck to the leaves in a metal ***
I go to the garden
and pluck my lies and wrap them up
Here my love, take a bouquet
I swear, I swear, I swear.
I spit my words.
I drop my days.
I close my eyes.
And I can't be saved.