I’m pride and pesticide
Your cyanide
Cry out poison and reveal your black intents
When you cry them out till we hoist them when you lie of their sin
See me in the mirror
Spill your blood but not a tear
You keep in what you value

Showering down on me
Rain pouring right through the trees
Hollow wood doing nothing, it feels like the sea
I'm stuck in my memory, yet I can not dry off my things
still stuck soaking wet, only consumed in regret
every sentence on my mind, I want to reset
like I can't see past the rain to the cloud, I don't know how
like I can't stop being drenched by my thoughts, not even now
like my mind's only regressing, sinking in the grass
losing myself in water, I'm stuck in the past

I can't find the rest of the water in me
Lost searching for the inner meaning
Stuck in pointless thinking, sinking
Only halfway down than it hit me, reality
Only half a face and the rest a hollow disgrace
A mask I use to hide a trace
Of fear that might show cause if it's hidden no one will know
that I've lost my soul but this mask comes with a toll
Water

Torches, lighters, gasoline and fires.
Burn down the bridges and watch the flames get higher
Shut your mouth friend, that’s all from you I desire
The rest of our interactions  I only see as attire
Lonely the longer the conversation goes, you feel so distant
I just want want to remember how important you are
Remember our friendship

S-stutter before me
Legs shaking, you’re nervous
Seeking warmth in the winter
You seeking me will only show I’m heartless
There’s too much ice to warm the flow
So don’t wait for me to respond
Just tread through the snow, go past me and beyond.

Scar my mind
Afar from a savior but I still have time
I need to find other’s help, I can’t save myself from this crime
But the facade has lasted so long I can’t just convert the blind
They’ll think there’s a truth past it to find
But if I don’t find someone, there will be no time.

On a sunny day, there is a boy walking down a aged and wore down sidewalk
He sees an elder sitting on bench waiting at the bus stop
The boy sits next to the old man on the bench
Observing him with curious eyes
The boy asks of his life and experience
The old man smiles and request that in return the child must always be grateful
For no matter how grim life can seem
There is always a good side to it

Godless black seas cast upon the Sun’s field
Of eyes that vainly crave the light
What good amid this line
Heaven forbid they see you cry
No one dares look to the sky

And as the rain covers this line
of the plodding and sordid crowds I see around me
So sad our ocean graves are just beyond the sand
I ask myself the question why
We still wait for light

We’ve been standing here for so long
Of the empty and useless years of the rest
Forever reproaching myself, I hear a voice inside my head
Follow me instead
And I will break from our ranks

Escaping what we’ve made
Of cities fill’d with the foolish
Of the poor miles of land in front of us
And the wages of war will start
I will be in line against the clouds

At last we’ve won, in trade some die
And the powerful play goes on
With the rest me intertwine take me up
Seal the door
Death has received many souls, I am just one more.

Broken stars fade back to the shadows. Pitch black eyes gaze where the light set its grave in the valleys.
Waiting for its glow to reappear to revive the stars and keep the lone traveler from sleeping.
Nightmares plague the night and destroy our hopes.
Stars crusade the shadows and purge the unreasonable of the dreams.
Only for the shadows to appear again to keep the equilibrium.

Imagery on a dead canvas
Miraculously the paint comes off

Stenching the room with sorrows from
Ordeal of sadness and sorrows this doesn’t feel
Real a endless loop melting away
Reality with the pigment falling off the art
Younger then love but too dumb post depression

Walking through his corridors
Lechery is on brink
He’s cheating on the misses with a ***** doesn’t care to think
Pleasure is addicting to the lustful sinning
Yet they’ll normalize heartless harlotry

Liars, addicts, killers and thieves. We all have something, something we need, reveling in the pain as you bleed, addictions planted in your head, planted a seed. Now you’re lying in bed, there's something you need, something to make that itch go, something to give you a show. Something to **** your mind into a slow. Sounds beating your head till you go.  Caught in a needle one that you’ve known. One that feels home, one that numbs those pains into stone. But those are unknown, it’s eating what’s on your mind and now it’s over blown, side effects shown, just one more time, no.

I’m breaking hearts, It’s hardly me
Lust overwhelming my best intent
My repent doesn’t help me
Sinning doesn’t feel healthy
If there’s a easier way don’t tell me
I’ll pay with my heart, it’s the only fee.

Why care for the world when we can set it all on fire
Catch my personality in a pyro’s attire
Spiral through my desires and watch gasoline make the flames get higher
Inspired by passion
I’m tired of waiting for sparks, fuel, or a lighter
I’m tired of looking at this fire
I’m tired.

I hate it when you think others can fix you
Anyone can break and hit you
But you’re the only one that can fix the your tissues
Drop the tissues
There’s no use in crying when at the end of the day they still hit you
Why am I still talking to the mirror and why do I miss you
Why do I feel like you’re hiding under behind me so others might miss you
Instead of accepting yourself you hid behind my heart so I can endure the hell
I miss you.

Pigment falling off the canvas
A figment of my mask off
The illusions in the past
My true colors getting on
The paper I painted with
Gray hollowness and tainted with
Toxic insects.

You take out your own eyes and make them see why glory’s godless.
Acted in shadows to consume our lust, a mask meant to turn our eyes to water but only to destroy our faces, porcelain takes our mouths and twist smiles through gritted teeth and a spot light to shine out the pain. Crowds of smiles and through it all a frown that shakes the wearers to a reality. Cracks shall consume their faces as we watch life unravel its own lies and see why Glory’s Godless.

Time’s frozen over the stopwatch.
Timeless memories of what’s over.
Too overwhelming, I can’t stand this.
Thoughts I stop when I think of better
Time’s
Value is held high to myself
But when I look in the jar of memories on my top shelf
I freeze.

Stuck in a hall
The mental fall
lights filled the air until I saw
depressive law
my friends in it's oppressive jaw
Can't just observe I need to stall
Got to find a way to save you all
gotta find a way to save the day before you're taken in a haze of raze
I will amaze, I panic, set myself ablaze even if I lose myself in this manic maze I'd rather die before I see your graves
I'll do anything to make sure I see your face
I'll do anything so you aren't viewed as a disgrace
I'll do anything for your meaning to be imbued in your depressive pace
I'd be singing but I'm mute
Angel sinning, bit Eden's fruit
Neither of us are winning but I care more for you
Two sides of a dissolving coin, that's half the story of the two.

Sane manic faceless disgrace with an eraseless mask to hide the panic thinking about my disgraceless past
I break down so fast
That my mind won’t last
I’m failing to recognize the peace that’s currently happening cause my pieces separate and realize there’s no happiness to be found
My family a ghost town, my friends make no sound, no lover to be queen to my crown
Maybe I’m too young being obscene, it’s profound
Probably jumping the gun to the trigger I found
Only an empty clip and a harlots heart
I guess that’s what I get for shooting in the dark

Light shining, the Sun is falling yet we still try to mimic its glow
Trying to outshine the Sun
Jealousy has only begun
Lunar’s lies making beliefs that death isn’t where we’re done
We’re the brightest thing to ever burn so we made false lights to mask our deaths, for we’re terrified of the shadows consuming our luminous eyes and dimming our hope.

I'm not innocent but I'm certainly not contempt
It
Gets harder not to go to addiction
Instead my issues are written
Ink bleeding from this pen
gloomy thoughts only make me want to write again
I said
It's hard to keep my life together
My emotion's lost in the weather
Unpredictable but it's not getting better
Love forgotten to memories, rusted treasure
It feels like I've drowned again but I never
My heart lost in seas, forever.

Flow flow flow
Water the seeds and watch it grow
Flowers bloom in the forest full hope
Giving others love with so much to share
Even if such a beautiful thing withers there is more to bare
All with a story so sit down and listen
Doesn’t that seem fair.

Black silk veils the kings
Under prestige and pride they walk across  the broken lands of their people
Coated with bloodstained gold for crowns
And a soft echo wakes in every step they take, never truly waking the villagers nearby
As they walk past their burning kingdoms they hold their heads above all others
For that is the life of a king.

Shedding feathers, I fear the wind is dying
Clouds plague the sun’s skin, I fear there’s no use trying
Passions lost its voice and I shall bite my tongue
For if I speak, I fear the lightning might approach this dying sun

Our friendship.

Roses withering in my hand
I’ve been waiting too long
There’s no water in the vase, only sand
I refuse to look toward tap
I want the ocean

For tap comes and goes when I want
But doesn’t know what I want
And it’s got an artificial heart so it beats when it wants
It lets me breathe when I want
I need something natural and something that can read me for once
I want the ocean.

I’m stuck in the back seat
Headlights off this time
Driver going to through darker streets
No turning back now
Glowing eyes looking at me through the mirror
He stared and said
That by the end of the moon I will disappear
I will never see the sun again
But I can’t get out the car I’m locked in fear
I can’t see down the road it must be dark my friend
You’re driving me to the abyss
Where you had been
You’re driving us off a cliff
Where darkness will descend
I welcome myself back to my minds rift
Back to depression

On a wonderful day
What of the sorrows that plague away?

Oh what a wonderful day
Even past my timeless grave

Such a wonderful day
For even a few hours Folie will leave when I say

How wonderful a day
I can’t wait smile until you look away

You have the wings of an angel
Burn them and throw away the halo
You're a sinner and a liar
No matter if you say so

Light the stage and ready the curtains
In short time this glorious show will begin

Mentally trapped in torture, you're stuck
Glowing blood, they're staring at you from the dark
In hallways and every way, judgement will follow like a shark
Burning down your confidence and weakening your heart
Breathing down your neck toward your neon scar
Breaking you down from however far
Making you ashamed for past regrets
Reminding you of luminescent mistakes
Caging you, you can't get away
Locked in a loop, they won't let you escape

Why should I consider their feelings
I know they’re toxic so it’s fun to provoke them
I’m looking for them to fight anyway, I mean
What good is killing a snake if it doesn’t show its fangs?

Fill the void with music
Lost in sound I’ll lose it
Confuse love and abuse it
The fuse is lit and I’ve only got so much time to get through with it
To stop the mourning of my dead relations and get used to it
The feeling of condemned to loneliness
The loneliest lover stuck in their mind occupied by music and thoughts of divine
I’ve lost my chance to show myself as not a coward who’ll hide from my issues
Mixed pain and love, call it sublime to my ill mind

Timeless trifles occupy my eyes as
I break down issues stuck inside my ill-mind.
But with this thought, it’s too dreadful to put aside
Hollow hope we do all yet fail at flying
and most deaths we leave their grave alone and crying
as they lose their legacy and all of their pointless trying
how could we just let their efforts fade as it beckons to be learnt for their mistakes and accomplishments
only for us to do everything they did but once again
Their gravestones get destroyed more and more every year as we neglect something we always claim to always fear
Yet we’re repetitions stuck in the past
and the future unwilling to remember
If history continues to repeat itself we will not last

Divine beauty in the purest of form
It's bleached feathers grace the clouds, light reflects off the white as would snow
But the wielder of its flight is colder then you know
Sinner behind the pupils of the innocent show
Luminescent crimson eyes only getting brighter as it glows
Black seeps through the feathers when it will say so
The dye of seven bleeds sin pitcher than the moonless night
Evil Beauty in the purest form.

It feels the walls are falling
Under my roof I hide
From reality and the fallacy that I don’t feel alone even when I’m not the only one home
And where I’m grown doesn’t feel like home
It feels like I’m alone homeless and postpone from friends with this loneliness
My skeleton wasn’t built to endure this mental pain and my brain wasn’t built to hurt my friends
And it hurts beneath the skin when I bend the truth about if I’ll win for you
But the truth is I’m losing for no one and it’s been like this since day one.

I have no right to be proud to be me
How dare you be willing to shout
I shouldn’t be ashamed of myself

I’m useless even to the weak
And you’ll lie saying
I’m creative even when I’m weak

I’m right to believe
In the prospect that I’m useless
You’re wrong

Roses and Thorns
In memories I’m torn
The romance felt so bliss until you thought it was worn
It was not forsworn
And while your passion would go with you
Only to leave mine left waiting wide open
Frozen over by winter
Stuck thinking of times better with you warming me with you as the summer
Now I’m stuck in cold weather my feelings toward you feel to last forever
I’ll never forget we were together but you cut our relationships pedals now I’m stuck thinking of you as we severe,
I’m waiting for the day I won’t miss you now or ever.

Blood seeps through the sheets
What a lovely night
I’ll sink through the thoughts and guide my soul to you
I’ve fallen for your trap, I’m a fool

Cast my life beyond your thoughts
Such a cold embrace for such a warm heart
I welcome myself to your bed at knell.

I love this Ink written contridiction
But I hate my expression conviction
What if rhyming wasn’t the only way to express myself
What if I could truely find the truest peace
Within pieces of heaven and hell
It’s phesable but death’s ringing to choose a side
I’m sinning to god’s bell

It’s freedom being more and more imbued in a shroud, a mist
Fog taking over it’s bodies controlling the strings that move its motives
It’s eyes lit with the passion of its controller
Its reactions to reality only getting slower and slower until it’s drained of self thought
The dreams ****** from the veins and built to preach their god’s gospel made by a man
The puppet is flushed of thought and color
The strings are cut and it falls to the ground with nothing to give to another
The fog moves away, off to its next victim.