I'm very unstable but everyone knows it's looks that are important

The moon
She watches over us
Shines light on every moment

Looking out and above
Her beauty is enchanting
And his voice is soothing
No matter what disaster can arise.

All it is a routine.

A routine of shining bright, then dying out.

Feeling it all, to feeling nothing.

Being everywhere, to disappearing to nowhere.

It's a dangerous, addictive routine.

It must be stopped, but alas it lives on.

Leading me to make mistakes
Just so you can find something to blame
Me for

Yet again
Invading through my memories
Just so you can be free

Forgetting everything until the
Next time comes through
I guess
It is just what we are used to.

This rejected validation from those I think I love
Is making me question why I'm even alive.

And who am I alive for?
If I'm living for me then why am I not happy?

Nothing makes sense anymore
But when did it

Sadness to fall upon you, when you
Are committing such crimes
Run to the nearest comfort that
You've always known

Go to that place where you use others
And reach for the signs to sin
Maybe some day you will find peace
Because this life you have lived was
Outlandishly miserable
As it should have been, on your own accord.

It's like I want to be let in,
Let into the real world,
Let into others' lives,

But how can I if I can't even let the truth into my own life?

Vengeance is my religion
and
My religion is vengeance.

Watch what you do
To those who aren't cruel
And I will subdue you
To the pits of hell.

I wish I could sell my soul to freedom and not to the big machines
But if I want to get what I need,
I can't be allowed to be free.

I can dream but it'll all be a made-up scene
Nothing real can be what I want.