I'm just like an angel that never had wings, an angel that got forced fed while tied to a cross of hate. I see the mystery soul, taking control. I simply hear, no sounds so familiar. Self chosen alone, isolation-iconoclast forming inside a broke heart. Breathing no more. Truth, one separates life and death. I'm missing, chose to leave. Just one dot on society of misery. A ripple upon the water of life, I sit there PTSD ****** me through the *** hold of my *****. It burns like some sexually transmitted disease. Over and over they whip me with words and judgements. Lashing at my flesh and emotions. I cry no more. I abuse myself to their satisfaction.

Switch blades or razor blades,
What's your flavor.
Sniff this and drink that,
You can tell me later.
Under her spell-the clock chimes.
10 minutes more until the end.
The END- endless some say.
Believing man made history
Clouds forming many faces- of unclouded
feelings.
Reinventing my heart.
To wear a Semicolon
Tattooo.

I have been lost,alone so long, buried in a tomb of lies. Buried with all your thoughts, that ***** me of my life. I sit alone, decaying from the inside. Smoke fills the room, I see my tomb. My life lost, comfort of death is not my gift. I travel in this mystery, I change my life, my tears they scar my every thought. This, is what deeply touched my misery. These cards fall from the air. I listen to the spirit of all my despair. Clinging to my energy. I choose to jump, I leave now in silence, softly awake for once.

These land mines of sour thoughts. Bringing me to the end of my taste buds of life. They visit me at night and tied me down. I'm waiting,wondering when it will stop. Last breath, last day, last torture.. fear released me, hope in prisoned me. Hope is a lie.

Sounds like water so peaceful, silenced. Empty me like another bottle. I seek to be free, but there is no end. The pain doesn't seem to die. Trust in god, a lie; I lay waiting for what they said  to be true. It never happened. Just like the nights I waited for my life to end. My peaceful dreams as a child, was the dreams to die. What child dreams to die. Robbed from the beginning. Help me see, my life that is now here. I wish I could be there. Somewhere other then where I am. I say,I'm not scared, but they all know I'm in fear. The spirits dwell, in this waiting game. My eyes blinded by the imaginary time, still dreaming, silenced, still dreaming silenced.

ONE body, ONE mind, ONE heart-
ONE night they came into my room.
They stole my safety with ONE touch.
They broke my heart before I knew how to feel.
Barley able to walk, no laughter, I ate my pain.
ONE child sits in fear, I'm missing, who have I become.
Blood runs down my face, as my heart is betrayed.
As I sit prisoner of their ways,frightened by the ONE I see.
Why do I breath, why do I bleed.
I wish the end to come, I wish the day to end. I fall asleep, crying, fear, scared, alONE!!

Broken picture frame window seal,
Glass shattered- it's sharp.
The clock has stopped, no time for me now.
The wind is HOWLING
The wind is HOWLING
Broken bottles on the city streets
Glass stains- it's green.
Blood is running through the gutters now,
Water so DEEP- I cannot SEE,
Water so DEEP-I cannot SEE.
No more strength- it's time to go
Gotta swim in the BLOOD,
Gotta swim through the BLOOD.
No more tears will they see,
No more pain left for me- I'm FREE

why is there so many faces of hate, so many reasons not too but follow the ones who taught you, to, hate. we are not born this way, to live a life filled with angering decay>our first breath was made for love crying for what , so many peopl run from. yet our human path was set, we  the life as good as death. fake plastic people revolveing door in the labor and delivry room , revolving door at the cementary and morgue. We lived this life striving for what?. to be cast down and judged. I fought my whole angasnt your hate and racism. I wonder would it been like if i wasnt hated for the color of my skin. i wonder what it wuold be like if i wasnt hated for the clothes i wear, or the tattoos that tell a story. I wonder what if would be like aif iwasnt hated for being alive.Never will the wounds of your hate and the words you say, beable to removed the scarsof your way. i m fovever changed , marked tattooed internally, emtional brutality , The worl have somany people on it most have different faces, rarely do we see these their faces of love. i wonder what it would be like if i wasnt hated , but loved. A true love like from above yet able to touch . I know i thought i experiecned humans abiblty to love, but it was a dream , a lie i chose to belive . This human race with forever hurt eachother rather then love. Its sounds crazy, that  our humanity uses fear to gain wealth and popularity. for selfish end , the common man , turn thier back and say  **** a friend. what is your price i ask you to think , is your comfortable Hate really what you wan to believe .Take off your mask , unviel your face, take a good look at love in all the human race, for how stupid can you be, to hate a whole race of people, because of a lie you choseing to believe. I wonder what it would be like to live this life not being hated for the color of my skin, i have experienced thier hate, and racist ways. yet i still stand , i still fight.... i will not laydownand walk in the masses of lies,, even though my skin is white. A white man?over privledge, white boy, always has an easy life?Now thats a lie i ask you all to dispize. it would be wise for us rto open our eyes, see the lives, like mine

I already know that I'm dead, just waiting to die. Say goodbye, sleep walk, talk. Hand signals, a stiff *******. Every kiss is a lie. My night, sings tomorrow's laughs. Crying for the deaf to hear, dark soul man. Silenced.

Paranoia increasing, these faces ,they take me. Reality missing, I'm away in my grave. I see them,  by the railroad tracks. Lined up one by one, closer i command. My spirit , haunts them, one by one I command. Inch by inch on that track. Their legs sit on the tracks. As my train of revenge makes me smile. Sounds of ripping skin, cracking bones. Their screams make up for all my frightful moans, as a child they tore me apart. I screamed, I cried. Now I laugh, at the blood they leave. Their terror is just one of my missing peieces of joy. Now I sit fat, like after thanksgiving feast.Filled and feed by their hell, their torture. Oh you sick molesters , it's not over, I will be hungry again for more of your pain. Smiling a hurt boy, can now smile.

We are just little pieces of a complex tattoo. Smiling around the earth. One soul at a time. One mind intertwined. Seeking and searching looking for more. Until one day he opens the door. The door to life, the bed of death. Where we are going ,we will never rest. Revenge on my tongue,I taste her sweet. I lick the death that melts between. Listen ,shhhh he is coming again, again I say, lower your head, bow before , kiss my hand, and **** me more. I eat you out with lustful eyes. Longing to go deep between you thighs. Your soul is mine and mine is yours. Our power brings down ,all locked doors. They shiver , they scream  nightmares of life. For now it's their turn to never die

Life, was just a dream. Morning rises ,the empty scream, no sound was herd. Handcuffed to the bed, missing again. Tortured by memories, I don't know what's next. Doorways to the past, post traumatic nightmares, terrors of my soul. Holding me close, my fear absorbs me, in the cracks, I was so young once. Sleep, make believe peace and tears. Even make believe peace, is a lie I welcomed. I wish I could hold her one last time. Shhhhhh love calls. Sleep---goodbye---goodnight.

This train rolls down the tracks of my grave. Shaking away,what I took in my death. This train ,fast and strong. Warning sound in life. My eyes see their ways. The wind blowing the trees ,removing the leaves of emotions and love. That dreams could never be. Just a dream. My roots weak and thirsty. I fall to pieces, and my life is over. I tend the weeds that took me over. I feed the lies that terminated my heart, bleeding amongst these humans- who refused to see,me. Their faith,was a bulldozer that drove their justifying ******. Torn between the enemy of the white clothed. Do you see me, here I am. I feel, did you know that, that I feel. Tormenting my heart, alone. Do you see me, here I am on my knees. Do you see me, here I am please LOVE me.

I'm sorry, tell me to stop if you want. But I can picture and feel the exciting sensation of your lips, a soft kiss, is a smile waiting to be fulfilled, upwelling of the timeless moment inside my mind. When my lips touch yours.

They robbed my from innocence, they took my life and tied my up, upon a false rock made of dreams. Lost my life, my end , my death, was only a wish. Rapped by the masses of hurting people. I try. No more. I die forevermore. Waiting, no hope. I welcome her call, take me, free me. Stop these memories of ******. A little child I was, forced by the sickness of humanity. I was a child stolen to meet insanity. Life I know, no more.

Listening to these thought screaming  songs and this lyrical stage has been traveled by less and less. Too busy searching for what you want more more.  These wishspers of calming love songs are nearly silent and the  generations gaping the distant from where love made a difference.  Loyalty lost by some abandoned place where they left him where they left me. You speak of betrayal and the shouted the wrongs that been done , so you think. let me tell you about betrayal. We are all caught on this path .This was Programmed before we could learn to feel.  We think we fight in this life for morals and truths. When we are dealt lies and false beliefs from the beginning. I was learning . I was turning ,my heart is hurting. My mind is burning, some would say my soul. These thoughts. Never subside. As the smoking memories of human capabilities; Destroys every thing good. I just loved her wildly, deeply. Forever and for eternity. I play a game of make believe ever after. Tears they well ,as the songs screams love truth , in its true definition.  As love comforts my tears and holds them safe. I still learn.  I still yearn. I still burn, forever my heart is  yours.

I wear those clothes too. Like the vintage necklace. That nobody wants to buy. Just thrown away, covered with dust. My feelings, no trust, tasting your blood and drinking mine. Our love turns to rust.
I know the taste of ******, rusty, memories of PAIN.

This world is filled with sounds and sights. Some of them smell so bad they make you want to run. Others smell so sweet you can’t help but to fall in love.  I remember the sweetest sound  I ever saw. She was the most beautiful smell I ever touched. I will forever cherish the minutes we shared,  and wish for a time and a place. That I will see her there.  For even got one minute I give my life. If it meant I could look. In to your eyes.  And as we cry and saw goodbye.  Remeber my love for you will never die.

Mondays are great, when I think of the past.
I want to rest; I used to believe that I wanted to be blessed. Then I realized the truth of plastic lies and people hiding behind the cross. Like a puppet I stood there willing to be played. I always searched for a solution to my pain. Escaping was what I found. I can't run away, and I can't stand. When falling is not an option. Then where will I land. Confusing screams loud and clear. As  my heart unfolds I see my fear. Calling upon the name of healing to breath a fresh understanding of truth. I still love,even though they hate.

ThiS time i’ll ride , fast and far away , This time ii’ll sing louder then yesterday. This time I’ll hold you tight enough,  so  that you will not go,  in this moment , in this forever , will this all last , forever. MY eyes they see your beautiful in all your ways. my eyes they see, something wrong , that deeply bleeding, MY eyes the feel the sound of mornings , night decieveing. Now i , wish i could die, now i wish i could fly, now i run till my feet bleed . This time i ll run faster then yesterday, this time ill run passing memories away and this sound this life this lie, dies inside my heart, its old and grey , inside my heart abused they throw me away, inside my heart i loose this life, no more yesterdays , inside my heart soaking up so much pain . I remember it i see it i smell it i hear it i become it.
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A Book tells a story, One's life uncovers a Jounrey.

When the light turns to dark.  And the Night unfolds the time. Like a blanket of stars following the vibrations. When the Love ,of a broken heart ,refuses to go away .Can you hear him sing ,Can you feel him die, Can you hear them laugh,Would you feel him cry. Journey into the dark sides of light. Transending emotions , are bring a transmitting  vibration of a pure true love.  Like a purifying water fall. Washing away, all things not of love. Love does not create suffering , nor does suffering cause to Love. You don’t have to have  to experience pain , to know how to be happy.  We don’t have to know sadness  in order to feel Joy.  THE TRUTH does not need a lie to sustain it. , The Truth, is light ,it lives it endures.  It’s holds both darkness and light and exudes a phnuematic omnipotent power fueled ,and center by LOVE . And as the night unfolds  to the day.  Like when the day embraces the Light.  When the Love of broken  heart refuses to die.  Illuminating  the truth that lies can’t hid. Knowing his loyalty to love never died.  Can you see his pain ,will you feel his  Love. Do we hear the sounds of . Will we know our definition to deepest depths of our soul. Are we ready to belive in  truth. Are we strong enough to be consumed, an allowing the power of Love to follow through. Finding joy in forgiving all the painful memories.  Specially forging the lies , that have made it hard, for all to see.  let’s inherit the freedom that comes from knowing true Love.  Our souls will hold the definition, and awakened we will have become.

Caught in a trap it seems as though I’ve been here so long I know where to go dream of just calling face I look forward to the day that I leave this place paying the misery of memory of all the things you’ve  done to me I hate who I am most of the Time.   Trail is closed everywhere I go no friends to call don’t want no the inside or the real me I’m lost in a sea of forgotten dreams friendships nonexistent to Palms for three please loyalty everyone just lies to your face I’m tired of them I’m tired of me

Time cant be replaced, tears will never be erased, but your dreams can be created. Your thoughts will be tainted. This place called earth ,GREED always will control. Turn around Mr Alien, go home ,this is your warning. For we of this earth are plagued with deadly virus called “SELFISH GREED