The birds call keeps punching me till I'm sleeping
Maybe one day I'll just keep on dreaming
About the roses and how they glisten glazed in the sun
On and on petals leap till noones left breathing
Lie awake listen your mind to the tweeting
Call again and suddenly I'm standing bleeding
Out of the words to describe this feeling
My minds set on moving forward into the bleak end
I hear your call whisper my name
from the poison ivy black lips
Listen to the whizzing of the hissing snake between your teeth
As the phone screams its time to stay awake
Never too much to take away
I made my own bed of rose petals now tell me is it time yet
The bleak end never seemed so clean
Another lost soul latches onto another rose
The lights of the past blind the eyes of the future
Please pick up the phone the birds are calling
Don't you want it all to slither away?
We all missed you today
Will you ever be okay
I brought you a rose from my garden
Can you ever accept what I am giving
The birds are calling are you listening?
There are no roses left in the dreamland
Never before had **** smelled so sweet
Come and lie in this wasteland

ghosts lined up on the wall
no waiting now just be ready for the fall
for the beginning of it all
a dream colliding into a new light
the old ghosts fight the never-ending fight
the wall buckles under the pressure of it all
no more ghosts lined up on the wall
the life of the dead leave an empty rattle
the worlds most silent battle
step left march right the beat of the drum
the new sound makes the ghosts reminisce
of the worlds most silent battle
the new chime awakes the heaviest
There Is No Escape Not Even In Death

Lost in a hidden dim light
Keeping hold of what is right
Transfixed in the lights ways
Soon I will shatter the lights mesmerizing rays
Free the inner nature of darkness
A true form of self happiness
It's all that I want
It's all that I need
The only problem is what I do
Hurts the people that I love

From a cold breeze blows
Unforgiving of the little flower
Catching hold strangling the life
Keeping abreeze
Evermore alone
Drifting seamlessly endlessly

Understanding the flower will never be again enrooted
P*ieces slowly fall and the cold breeze blows it all away

Creeping in the crannies of every corner
Slowly casting its shadow onto me
Taking control in every aspect
A self doubt holds onto the reins of my life
Refusing to let me be me
Forming a shell around what was me
It is my enemy and yet it fools me into friendship
Either I will realize that we are enemies
Or I will be stuck in the seductive trance of a friend

I love to stare at clouds
Not because of the fact that they can be
Whatever suits me
When you stare at them

My love for clouds is because they are
Such a cliche metaphoric version of me
Clouds are made up of little things
Always running from their past

But eventually they will make life hell
With words of rain they spit onto you
Strike you down with lightening
Only then do they realize what damage
And despair
They had caused the innocent
And much like me the clouds
Disappear into the thin air