I love you
A simple sentence
with a complex operation

When the light turns to total darkness
And you have no one to rely on
You're trapped in a world of madness
Where you're destined to die alone

Cause only lovers are left alive
Only they are meant to survive
The most frightening thunders
Together they will do wonders

When you go through life in an isolated cave
You're just another lonely soul crawling in hell
No one hears you screaming, you can never be saved
Cause you did this to yourself, you passed by love but never fell

The key to immortality
Is a love that truly resides
In this life of pure futility
Only lovers are left alive

You may not be
The brightest rose
In a bouquet of flowers
But one day
Someone will find you
And call you their favorite
They will admire your petals
Your stem
They will withstand the thorns
And you will learn how to be soft again
They will see what most cannot

Beauty is in the eye
Of the beholder
And the one who holds you
Will find the beauty in your eyes
You may not be
The brightest rose
In a garden
But someday
You will be the brightest rose
To someone.

women shout out your names so loud
the world need those voices to be heard
you are not objects to be played or abused
they sing about how you look and what junk you hold
aren't you all about brains and a soul that you behold
aren't you a gift from God that is not made just to treat like something with no heart or brain just an animal to feed and have pleasure with
All I see is singers singing about what a girls body looks like and how she should shake her ****.
Don't they think that it may generate thoughts of abusing her or get ing ***** or shot.
Behind the melodys and the rhymes is words that hurt women and make them feel dead more than alive
Women are a diamond that we should hold on too and protect with hour lives.
We talk about women that way not knowing that they will take over the world someday .
I hope of the world to treat women as equal and as a human with a heart and soul.

The fire burns, lost it's toll.
This slow, living flame licks my heart.
Why do I feel nothing but cold?
Why can't I tell this apart?

Secrets have been passed,
The deeds have been done.
Yet this fire still burns...
Burns.
Turning to ash the familiar.

Shouldn't this heart start to blacken?
Shouldn't it hurt?
These questions float among the flames,
Crumbling to dust before they find an answer.

Answers known before the pit.
I knew.
Heart remains untouched,
Soul unscathed.
Remaining in this fire,
Until the dying day.

The fires of hurt,
The lost,
The pain.
The angel protects,
And lost is my name.

The mask is dust,
That soul forgotten.
The darkness now surrenders.
Still I go on
With this heart with no scars.

No scars...

Still I go on
With this heart with no scars,
And still feel
Nothing.

And becomes fire's end
The dust of bones...

Still I go on.
Heart untouched.
Soul unscathed.
Mask is dust?

Still I go on -

Fire's end.