Life seems ominous.
Too many problems.
Why are you people so counter productive?
I don't understand how everyone loves it.
So what's the point of making this life?
It only leads the weak or problem ridden to the knife.

Why live your life to be powerful?
******* over anyone you see fit.
And you try to keep people in fear for your own benefit.
What is the point of these games? There is nothing if nothing ever has meaning.
So keep feeding this mess that you drag people into.
One day you’ll all fall through the cracks of your misleading plot.
It’s a chaotic web and the more people you string along, the more will go wrong when you’re all the same.
Why the **** don’t you people see any other way?
This is all a petty hoax and there’s no point in trying to play.
So go ahead and put peoples lives in the palms of your hands.
But if the people in power are doing this you’re no better than what the government plans.

Dragging me through your constructed torment.
**** yourselves I was never for it.
You’re all ******* despicable so here’s to being ****** into your petty charade.
What’s left of the plot? It’s clear I’m nothing but your lifeless puppet.
Want all the credit?
Why don’t you stop being **** people and stop dictating my life.
Yeah I guess I can’t write poetry when you fill me with nothing but spite.
So here’s to you, you ******* belligerent serpents.
Here’s to finding out that life was never worth it.

I can’t decipher my life.
No wonder nothing ever seems right.
Maybe I should just leave into the night.
But I’m losing my sights.
And I can’t stop thinking about the knife.
So tell me, what has come out of this fight?

Maybe I’m broken but I’m destined to be alone. A once soft heart forced to be stone.  I wish I could leave this place but I have nowhere left to go. But I would take the pain and the sorrow over something with false hope.

Faces once friendly are making me question my hope.
Where am I going? Maybe I should let go.
But what am I letting go, if it’s mostly my life?
I can’t give up on myself but so many people bring strife.
I feel like I’m hanging on by a fibre of thread.
What’s happening in this chaos? What’s left of the mess?
Seldom people to trust and I guess I have to hide.
Maybe not everyone is wearing a disguise.
But I’m stuck in this trap and I might be starting to drown.
I guess I’ll just have to try to turn this disaster around.

Why did I ever try?
It’s just all of these fakes in every disguise.
There’s nowhere I can go and I’m not trying to hide, this all just makes me want to tear out their insides.
But it’s no use when it’s you against the world.
What the **** is next? What fuckery could possibly unfurl?
These people are senseless and I’m the one on meds.
******* all I’d literally slit your throats and mutilate you from your feet to your chest.

Come find me in my dreams,
Cause my life is falling apart at the seams.
And I still can’t figure out what all of this means.
I’m tired of only having nightmares,
But I’m left wondering why I’m not scared.
I want to live, and not be stuck in this shell.
I try to get past this but I still dwell.
I guess I’m just bored of the mundane,
And tired of the fact that no one ever stays.

Maybe one day I’ll feel the ocean water on my toes, and I’ll end up feeling like I’m finding my way home.
Maybe I’ll finally start to touch the stars, But my soul is lost and I lost most of my heart.
But somehow I still have some hope, I know I don’t want to succumb to the rope.
So how do I find myself and be truly me?
It’s a smouldering mess and I’m in the middle of the crossfire it seems.
But I want to try to make this life count, and life the rest of my life with a little less doubt.
So as I wrap myself in my favourite sweater, I’ll keep trying to win my life back to withstand the weather.
And put myself back together, I just need to find the pieces and hope everything comes back together.

Nowhere really feels like home to me unless I lock myself in my room.
I don’t know what I’m doing anymore I’m being consumed in all the gloom.
But when good just seems to come and go, how do you figure yourself out?
Faces come and go and I’m still filled with so much doubt.
I want to get up and out and find somewhere I can be free.
But I guess as life unfolds I can see that nothing is ever as it seems.
So as I try to put together the puzzle of my life,
I’ll try to breathe some life into my being as I try to rid myself of the strife.

Maybe my wrists don’t miss the sting of the blade.
But that doesn’t stop me from fantasizing about the pain.
Maybe I’m too fragile but nothing seems alright.
Death might be coming and I don’t think anything good is in sight.
So as I try to break out of these chains, I’ll hope for something better, maybe finally turn this god awful page.

When parasites never stop spreading their disease, you find out nothing will change if you leave.
Life is hard to conceive, because these bigoted narcissists run off of their power tripping greed.

So I guess every part of me is covered up.
Why is this still going on? Isn’t it clear I’ve had too much?
Oh right you don’t want “all of the work to be for nothing”.
But trust me I was never bluffing.
Everyone so blindly follows their lies.
Manipulating everything, always kept in some sort of disguise.
And I’m trapped in this mess cause whoever I am is lost.
**** the misconstrued distortion, I see that it’s flawed.
How does the masquerade have an army?
I’m trapped with no way out.
And everyone is devolving.
If you were truly yourselves you wouldn’t succumb to tormenting others.
**** it I guess I can’t find a true friend, nevermind a lover.

Trapped in this petty sequence.
Is there hope to get out of remiss?
No one should have to succumb to living like this.
But hell knows I’ll never feel bliss.
So as I stumble in the shadows of the life I used to call mine, I’ll try to think less about my lack of time leading to my demise.
As I hope that these sadists burn, but with the way they map everything out, there’s no hope that they’ll ever learn.

I guess I confuse hate for love.
There’s not much to say when push comes to shove.
I guess that’s why I grieved in that time.
And still fearing my untimely demise.
But I’m so ******* sick of all of the lies.
Won’t won’t they all just take off their disguise?

Go ahead and play your sadistic petty ******* cause you all want my head.
Well it goes both ways cause life would be better if you people were dead.
If only I could drive a ******* stake through your heads.
But wait I’m just one person so I guess it doesn’t matter what’s said.
Driving a stake through your heads would never suffice, for all your petty torment always leading to you feeding my demise.
You’ve always had petty hate locked behind your eyes.
Do you really have to drive people insane to feel good at times?
Yeah I guess you have a hold on whatever’s left of this being.
But you all deserve to get slain then rot for an eternity because this is something no sane person could fathom seeing.

No life, no love.
Just alone. No real home.
What’s in the cards for me?
I guess for a while I was able to see.
But I’m losing hope to finding a key.
What’s locked inside my heart?
I can barely feel anything, at least I’m not falling apart.
How do I put the shards of my former self back to the version of the me I used to know.
I’m like a stranger in this body, and my life is a hoax.
No soul, no sorrow, just pity, no woe.
How did things get so contorted and distorted?
I need to get out of here because everything’s unclear.
Life might be worth it if I had someone near.

At the bottom is where they’re keeping me.
I guess it’s my fate to never find a key.
I don’t care too much about my sanity.
I’m in a sociopathic state, I just wish I could do away with their hate.
But it seems like I’ll never find a way to escape.
So I guess that means I’ll never get off this page.
I wish I could regain what got stolen out of the lifeless shell that I’m trapped inside.
But there’s little hope to overcome the tides.
I’m sick of all of their lies.
So I guess if I don’t break free I’ll have to find a new place to hide.

And maybe I’m nearing the end, but i guess I was to hopeful waiting for a godsend.
Maybe I went off the rails trying to mend, but it hurts to find out my life was always pretend.
With deception around every corner it’s hard to find a friend to pass the time.
But at least there have been moments when I’ve got to witness the sun shine.
So as I wish I had a little more time, I’ll hope for my new precious soul, things will be more than just fine.

This petty tragedy is such a hoax.
Will I succumb to the rope?
I can’t even tell if I have hope.
They’re breaking my bones with the masquerade of lies.
And everyone always seems to be wearing a disguise.
But all I can think about is my lack of time leading to my demise.
So I guess I’ll just continue to hide.
I’m so ******* lost and I don’t know if I want to be found.
I just wish there were another sound.
Instead of the eerie energy that follows me around.
Why can’t I get out of this mess and turn my life around?
I guess I’ll just have to try to make it until the last sundown.

This web of lies holds nothing of value.
When all of this started I had no clue that anything could ever get this misconstrued.
Now if I want to live I have to continue on the serpents path.
Dodging my untimely death, hoping this breath won’t be my last.
So as I hope this hoax doesn’t get more contorted, I should focus on leaving but they’ll never stop the distortion.
All my existence they’ve had me cornered.
Go to ******* hell just because you try to keep it civil doesn’t mean any of this has any order.

Orchestrated lies.
Who isn’t wearing a disguise?
It feels like I’m in one too.
Because the truth is never anything but misconstrued.
So how do I find my own shoes.
I’m lost and can’t see any reason to continue.
Everyone so self absorbed.
With all these petty alliances, and I’m nothing but a boring *****.
So how do I find a new place to go.
My feelings are basically dead.
What’s left but this nonsense that brings only dread?
Doesn’t anyone think of what will happen next?
Or anything that could go wrong and what could be left?
None of what these people do makes any sense.
So I guess I should leave and be done with this ******* stress.

I want to dance in the rain.
Forget the shame.
This life is like a game.
And I’m the only one who doesn’t play.
So what if I find my shooting star?
Would it keep me from falling apart?
I think I need my lost heart.
But I can’t find it so I guess I’ll just gaze at the city line from afar.
I want to break free from these chains.
But I can’t figure out this game.
What is it like to be truly free?
If only I could see.
And as I wait to bloom into the person I’ve always wanted to be.
I’ll try to appreciate the scenery, as I try to believe there’s still hope for me.

When you can’t take the sting of the blade, and the orchestrated mess gets worse and doesn’t change, how do you turn the page?
If I could breathe my last breath of air, without a care of what else is in this world, would there be hope to let the good in life unfurl?
I can’t see anything good, right or just.
Just want to end this mess of my life because with them it’s all a fuss.
When will it end?
I know I’ll never mend.
But until I breathe a breath of fresher air, I’ll just keep hiding because life isn’t just unfair.
It’s me against the mass and it’s all an untimely dare.

I feel like a stranger in my body, no organs are working in harmony.
So displaced.
I hate this place.
I've become a disgrace.
Can i turn the page?
Or will i tear my skin open in hopes of shedding everything i hate?
I think it's too late for me.
At least i still have my sanity.
But i will never find a key.
And i know the problem is me.
But there are far too many renegades working against all of this.
I can't find a way to climb out of remiss.
I guess i'll stay awake with the moon to watch the sunrise because that's the only type of bliss i won't miss.

Living a life of torment.
This kind of life makes me sick.
I guess I’ve been through too much because I still don’t understand how people turn out like this.
People filled with hate, and I can never escape.
Will I ever get of this page?
The amount of greed and lies are making this seem like a maze.
So why do people follow their ego?
It only makes you blinded by evil.
What happened to intution?
I don’t know what’s going on this feels like a death mission.
So what will happen at the intermission?
Will it be my demise? Because I know I’ve never had enough time.
But I feel like I’ll never be me again because my mind heart and soul are somewhere lost in this life.

Falling.
What happened to my mind?
A rhythm I can’t recognize.
Why can’t I get up?
I keep slipping away.
What about these wounds?
The fight was always unfair.
Now I’m left gasping for air.
Where do I run to?
I feel like I’m losing myself completely and I don’t know who’s left.
So why am I trapped?
They say the truth sets you free.
But the masquerade covers it up and ignores my pleas.
Why can’t I be free?
Why can’t I figure out what I need?
Is death really the only salvation for me?
I want to find someone.
But who could ever love someone like me?

How do you get yourself back when it seems that you've become everything you hate?
There's not much good left, and it seems that it's almost impossible to escape.
I don't want to have to succumb to the blade.
But when things only get worse, you can't help but want to turn the page.
So why do things always seem to stay the same?
The colours are melting together into a darker shade.
I guess i can say it's all the doing of the masquerade.
It started as a petty game, but now it's driving me insane.
Why did they have to form an alliance?
It's growing and i can't overcome all of the liars.
It's because of them that my time has started to expire.
So i guess i'll stay true to try to get out of the crossfire, and hope that this mess doesn't turn into anything more dire.

The storm is back and it’s comforting to feel.
I know I should try to heal, but I keep stumbling and this doesn’t even feel real.
So as I try to pick up the broken parts of my being, I’ll try to have hope but for me it’s not something I can fathom seeing.
I guess it’s a godsend that I’m still breathing.
But everything’s so misconstrued that I’m stuck leaving.

Lies are never ending.
No one is mending.
This life is a belligerent hoax.
I wish this was just some sick shady joke.
This torment made me grow colder.
Its no wonder I feel old in these shoes.
Things are so misconstrued that there isn't really any clear view.
So whats left in the distortion?
I guess nothing but despicably sick torment and contortion.

Can’t find meaning in life.
Too much to lose and too much strife.
No more blades, should I ditch the knife?
I want to feel the crimson streaming away my life.
So as I try to find some purpose,
I’ll realize some things in life are always worth it.
But until I reach the final page,
All I can hope for is to stay sane and not let the days escape this untimely play.

No control.
No soul.
My life is in everyone else’s hands.
Nowhere else I can stand.
Too many short hands.
It never ends.
To hell I guess they’ll all descend.
But the lies are their master plan.
Forcing me to live in their grasp.
Nothing good ever lasts.
I hope they rot and burn for all they planned.

Well I’m trapped in this body without anything mine as what I lack.
When your mind is disguised and you can’t keep track of time, how do you be yourself again and reclaim your being that was already on the mend?
I don’t understand this sadistic charade.
I don’t understand why it’s all of them and their sick games.
It’s me vs them waiting to get slain.
I just wish I could get away and turn the page. But with my life it’s only a matter of time until the snaked their way back in to deceptively end my fate.

Every now and then my eyes and heart fill with hate.
I wish i could figure out how to escape.
It's something i would never have expected.
And my one sided life is not open ended.
I'm on my way to that deathbed.
The one i've been trying to escape.
But things are so contorted that i can't get off of this forsaken page.
There is little hope for a better day.
So why am i now finding that i'm more okay in a sociopathic state?
If there were another way i would take it.
But it seems people are so conniving that they just fake it.
Why am i surrounded by this masquerade of liars, fakes and thieves.
It's subliminal slavery.
And being able to see things clearly can't even help me overcome this petty tragedy.
I just wish i could get out of this labyrinth hoax of a life.
Try to break free, and rid myself of the strife.

My feelings are fleeting, but that doesn’t stop me from wanting to drown in them.
Happiness is deceiving because everyone’s always leaving, so what’s left of the plot?
I’m like a rollercoaster but I’m mostly distraught.
The thieves made their way into my being so now I’m just a shell of who I was before.
Maybe that’s why everyone always closes the door.
Maybe if I could learn to love myself I’d end up having more.
But this life of mine is a hoax, I feel like nothing but a joke.
If only I had something other than false hope.
Maybe then I wouldn’t want to succumb to the rope.

Broken home, feels like broken bones.
Im turning into stone and I just want to be alone.
Drink the hate and the pain away.
Hell knows I’ll never be okay.
I guess I’ll just try to make it one more day.
But I don’t want to go on.
There’s no point to find a happy song.
I’m always lost and trying to avoid their plot.
So I guess I’m more than distraught.
But I’m filled with hate, I just need an escape.
Walk the lonely path, until the last breath I gasp.

Things seem like they’re starting to look up.
But I don’t think I’ll feel another’s touch.
I don’t think I have it in me to love.
Or make it feel like the stardust from above.
So I guess I’ll just be standing in the rain.
Trying to get up before this mess drives me insane.
At least it seems people are done with the games.
So in the meantime I’ll pick myself up off the ground.
As I try to find a happier sound.
Maybe one day someone will keep me around.
But until that time comes I’ll keep trying to be found.

The masquerade is growing,
And my fate is unknowing.
**** the masses,
What else is unfolding?
Things are looking grim.
And all I see are sins.
So how do I get out of this web of lies?
They bury the evidence and they even keep me in their disguise.
They never cease to break me down and bury the truth.
I just want to get up and out but things are so misconstrued.
I have no hope to continue on this bleak path.
Will I ever find any sort of happiness with the potential to last?
I have nothing left in this lifeless body that I carry around.
If only I could find a change of pace, as I try to find a happier sound.

As the days go by, i can't figure out why i can't feel alive.
Is it because no one ever stays by my side?
I guess i spend too much time trying to hide.
Will i ever reach the sky?
Or is my being so fragmented that i'll never be able to feel?
I guess the problem isn't trying to heal.
But rather trying to get my soul back and break through the barriers of my mind.
Will i ever feel the heart beating in my chest?
Or has this melancholy gone on for too long that i can't be my best?
I guess time will tell what's in store.
I just hope i can reach the stars before everyone else closes the door.

My life and being is so scattered. And now I realize that nothing I do or say ever mattered. How do I escape the latter? I guess here’s to my happily never after.

Life is a hoax from the liars who keep up these charades.
It's just a series of cults or renegades.
There's no room to just live to be free.
Because all these ******* care about is their power and petty slavery.

There is no good anywhere I look.
Just people hiding behind whatever false reality I believe in.
Well life is lacking and no one cares about any consequences of any of their actions.
So how do I get away?
Why am I stuck in the this charade?
Why is life just fuckery and their lies and constant games?
I want to go to the edge of the earth to see if there’s any hope out there.
But I doubt there’s any hope for a breath of fresher air.
I don’t get the corruption.
Or why the lives they lead make them love it.
It’s like a cycle of lying and conniving greed.
Fueled by their sick minds to get more “evil” and they don’t care to see.
Yet the problem is still me.
So ******* all and your petty games, I just want to be able to breathe.

I guess hiding in my dreams never works.
Because I have no control and that makes me somehow cursed.
So how does everything usually feel like the worst.
And nothing I ever try to do works.
I think people should try to look at things from different points of view.
Maybe then life would be less misconstrued.
But if you’re always biased there will never be another way.
What’s the problem in a better change?
Don’t you remember when everything felt brand new?
Maybe everyone should try to find their original shoes.
And maybe it’s easier said than done.
Because life happens and some people have to run.
I guess I know what they could be running from.
But that doesn’t mean to write it all off and throw people under the bus.
So as I try to bloom into the person I feel I am,
I hope no one else will fall to their last stand.
And **** people getting dealt hard or impossible hands, because peace and love is key for living a life you can stand.

Why so much stress?
I’m past being a wreck.
Too much mindless games,
But somehow I’m still sane.
How do I pick my self off of the ground?
There’s too much petty torture and I can’t get used to the sound.
Is there any hope for my fate?
I’ll try to escape.
But I feel like a slave.
It’s the little things I crave.

You were the one person who didn’t make me want to hide.
Now I’m stuck drifting through their played out disguise.
I wish we could have had more time.
But even in the moonlight you would always find a way to shine.
So in your absence I’ll still hold our memories dear.
Even though you aren’t here I wish you were near.
I know I have a lot of new fears.
But life seems meaningless when you aren’t here.

if the problems were always lingering around every bend, why did they have to survive? why didn't they reach their unspeakable end.
life feels pretend and there's no logic or truth.
it's no wonder they keep people blinded to keep the truth misconstrued.
so as I wish for them to reach the bowels of hell, for torturing who they see fit and prying their way into this shell.
I'll come to realize they deserve a lot worse than any imaginable hell.
for taking away people's chances and lives, and keeping their souls on their shelves.

Maybe I shouldn’t have tried so hard but I honestly used to care.
Maybe the masquerade took it too far, it was a senseless petty dare.
Maybe I should have offed myself when I was begging to die in my sleep.
But maybe I should have never cared cause everyone was always against me.
Maybe it didn’t matter because I’m always trapped with this fake family.
And maybe I didn’t know that most people run off of greed.
So in these passing moments that I guess I’ll start to rot.
I’ll regret every minute I tried to help because no one ever leaves me anything but a shell filled with negative energy, so distraught.

No one knows what to do, the masquerades lies keep everything “true”.
I’m at a loss of what to do.
But everything keeps getting more misconstrued.
Apparently boredom is why they “play”,
My life is nothing but their ****** up charade.

Maybe the tides are crashing in.
I wish somehow I could find in me some love to give.
But no one could love such a broken soul.
I guess it was only a matter of time until life took this kind of toll.
My bones are becoming brittle, can I withstand the cold?
Or will I finally find another to hold?
So as I try to light up my world.
I’ll try to fight this losing battle as I hope something beautiful unfurls.

The lies never end, you people deserve to descend.
I know I’ll never mend because my life is just pretend.
So how long will you keep up this hoax?
I think it’s time to take some notes.
You should never bring someone into this misery.
And no one cares if they can truly see.
So go ahead and wish to not turn out like me, I’ve already lost my sanity.
And you’ve all lost it with your alliance and greed.