People are like flowers
Blooming when they're ready
Showing off all their beauty
People are like stars
They glow brighter and brighter
Boasting all their power
People are like books
Sharing their story to all who listen
Hiding all their secrets
People are like love
They have their ups and downs
But they always prosper in the end

The clock is ticking,
Time to go,
You better hurry up

Ticking, ticking,
Ticking, ticking,
It's never going to stop

Keep hold of your memories,
Never let them go,
If they are gone,
Time moves on,
And you forget your past

You've no need to know where you're going,
Only where you've been,
Keep running,
Don't let time catch up

Run away,
The clock is ticking,
Ticking, ticking,
Faster every day

Please keep going,
Don't look back,
It'll all be over soon

Ticking, ticking,
Ticking, ticking,
It's all over now

Life is a road,
Many twists and turns lie ahead,
It's up to us to navigate ourselves,
Down the right path

Hop into a sturdy car,
That will take you all the way,
People,
Friends,
Family,
Getting in and getting out

I've always been the passenger,
While someone else drove,
Someone,
I don't even know

My only job?
Tell when to stop,
And when to go

Spinning lies,
Secrets,
Mysteries,
Stories

Hiding above everyone,
Feeding off the blood of the others,
Drinking the sadness,
Absorbing the fear,
Making a living,
Making a life

Stealing life,
From those caught in the web
Leaving no trace behind,
Never getting caught,
Never making a mess,
Quickly covering his tracks

A spider,
A feared insect,
A weaver of lies,
Secrets,
Mysteries,
Stories,
The ultimate serial killer

Freedom,
In one swift swipe of a blade,
Who knew my reason to be,
Was in my kitchen

Secrets,
Well kept,
I tell vague truths,
It is....my safety,
To tell lies

Empathy,
I fake it,
Gliding in the shadows,
Your own personal,
Angel of death,

I don't socialize,
I don't put myself out there,
I can't be seen,
I must be hidden,

For my secrets to be kept,
My freedom to remain,
My feelings well faked,
I need to let my darkness take over

Beauty is determined by preference,
A boy with bruises on his arms
And consequence on his face,
With sadness in his eyes
The torture he endures,
From the mistakes he never makes

Can look like,
Clean skin,
Strong bones,
Ocean eyes,
And a welcoming smile

A girl with cuts in her wrists,
Showing self loathing,
Looking for any other pain,
Than the one her thoughts feel,
Tear stained cheeks,
And crimson arms

Can look like,
Crafting hands,
Willful arms,
A face full of spirit,
And heart made of hope

A girl with her problems,
Piling up in her stomach,
Feeling like the whole world can see you,
No place to hide,
So she drowns her self esteem,
In make up and eye creams,
In pizza and ice cream

Can look like,
An angel,
A goddess,
A muse,
Sent from the heavens,
On gentle white wings

You can't see beauty,
Without seeing ugly,
It is what you feel is amazing,
That can truly look it

Beauty is determined by preference,
What looks beautiful to you?

I have a secret that I've never told,
My warm heart is silently cunning and cold,
I love making others happy,
But deep down inside,
A beast awaits to pounce out and ****

My anger is wild,
My once chained beast, is loose,
My inner demons are spread,
My theif free from the noose,

I have nowhere to hide,
Soon I won't exist,
I'll be a monster once more,
And cast off the shell,
That concealed my true form

My anger is wild,
My inner beast loose,
My demons,
My mosters,
My theif free from the noose