Suffering,
For hopes slipped between shaking fingers,
Tears of the past still linger.

Enjoying it,
For humans are so very gullible,
To think that the salt water pouring from my eyes are real,
When they’re only crocodile tears,
Coming from a person who can no longer feel.

Suffer,
For I will it so,
Crumple in pain,
Swallow every knife I throw,
Your tears are all I have left to gain.

Enjoy it,
Only this long it’ll last,
Only from me will you hurt so well,
Only for this time, standing you can be called strong,
Only for this moment are you captured in my prison cell.

Suffer. Suffer. Tears are false. Suffer, for I will it so.

Enjoy your pain, it lasts no longer than you stand. Humans are so false, so fake, that they shatter as quickly as pottery.

“Hello, hopeless heart,” I said to you, before your Hell began.

Heartbreak said to you, before your Hell began.

They said we're all cogs in a machine,
That the grand design moves forwards,
That we can see it all on a screen,
But I can sum it all up in four words:

They are very wrong.

See; it's not so hard,
Not taking orders that are pushed to our mouths like force-feeding,
You're not some rookie card,
Not some ***** of poor breeding.

Don't take anyone's *******,
I don't believe in equality,
But no one's a god, so don't dare to submit,
It's irrelevant if you're a prodigy.

So: No more "They said,"
Make no useless vow,  
To none are you dead,
To none do you bow.

Can I fall out of love,
I ask you, on my knees, I beg and plead,
I have a plague to dispose of,
To doom it can only lead.

Can I run away and not look back,
I pray, hoping my sins can be dismissed for a day,
My life is being lived like a game of blackjack,
All I hold dear is wasting away.

Can I forget,
I sob, voice rasping and broken,
All I own dangling on a misplaced bet,
Nothing to call mine, not even a token.

Can you let me go,
I request, wounds burning from the torture I’ve been through,
My death approaches at a pace too slow,
I find myself kissing the muzzle of the gun you drew.

A shot in the dark,
You’ve wasted my spark.

One would like to think we have a choice,
Of what to do with this time we're given,
Hoping that thoughts we can voice,
Praying that by our gods we can be forgiven.

But choice is a two-headed serpent,
Cold as ice,
Fake as the paper money we've spent,
Frivolous as I when playing with gambling dice.

Drawing you in with empty hope,
Only to spit you back out for the wrong selection,
You're falling down a steep *****,
In a world in which you lack protection.

When you are about to draw the card from Janus' hand,
Reminded of what comes ahead,
Be sure your move is planned,
Lest you wind up dead.

Trying,
Dying,
Their eyes brimming with tears,
Every sob a torment to my ears.

Trying,
Dying,
So bitter,
They say to me,
For a love counterfeiter,
And what can I do but agree?

Trying,
Dying,
If I let go of their image of my heart,
It would likely tear people apart.

Trying,
Dying,
Wouldn't believe that I can love,
Wouldn't think I was sane,
If I professed that it was the image I was sick of,
Would say that there's been damage to my brain.

Trying,
Dying,
I would love to scream that the damage is to my soul,
But they all say it's as filthy as coal,
And they'd say it's non-existent if there was an opinion-poll.

Trying,
Dying,
I wish to be seen,
Not for what I seem,
Though I won't say that I'm completely clean,
Maybe someone could see, in my eyes, a dream.

Trying,
Dying,
I'm having more luck drowning in the wishes,
And giving heartless kisses.

Trying for something that will only end in Dying.