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.

Feeling as if everything I've ever wanted
Disguised as a dream
A tainted dream
Has pulled me
Pulled me through the streets of hope
Of dread

I can't get away from this force
It keeps pushing me
Pushing me
Through a vision of what I've dreamt of

Beautiful
Uncomfortable
A new chapter,
Please don't end so quickly

Riddled with the continuous cycle of the same terrorizing thing. My soul has been played continuously like a fiddle and I am unsure how to break this cycle. I know I can, but when you are riddled with a continuum of repeated tormentous events, it makes you weak… so weak you can’t help but run into the next riddle of pain….

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?

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.

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.

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.

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.