The war rages on,
Lead by an Angel and a Demon,
The battle for his soul,
No option of freedom.

They scream and shout,
Smash each other's skulls in,
Spill each other's blood,
But neither of them will win.

Angels and Demons,
Make his heart their battlefield,
They chop off each others limbs,
With the swords that they weald.

People think Demons are worse,
But Angels are just as bad,
At least Demons know what they want,
Angels are just mad.

Demons want him to suffer,
In depression and despair,
He thought he could rely on the Angels,
But they simply do not care.

Yea sure they fight back,
But not with their hearts,
They're just taking advantage of this boy,
Until the apocalypse starts.

He walks through school hallways,
Everyone is oblivious,
To the war inside his heart,
Why him? This is ridiculous.

They use his life as fuel,
And he realised he can't mend it,
So to cut off they're fuel supply,
He decides to **end it.

Love is a candle,
Burning bright for two,
But with time it dwindles,
As does my love for you.

The flame is to be shared,
Not dumped on just me.
Because that's when I burn,
Please, just set me free.

Say how you feel,
Don't make up excuses,
Because your excuses hurt more,
Than domestic abuses.

The candle burns and burns,
Using up all the wax,
Until there is nothing left,
And that's when we turn our backs.

Only when our backs are turned,
That's when I realise,
That I'm the only one who's burned,
And I'm the only one that cries.

Cracked down, beyond existence,
Smashed down, beyond resistance,
Worn down, beyond persistence

Fight through your pain to maintain your commitments​.

We all have demons,
Some more than others.
We hold them back,
In fear of what they might do.

They live inside,
Scrapping at the organs.
They build a nest of despair.

They scrape together broken dreams and heartbreak,
To feed to their young,
So they will grow up to be strong.
And with this strength they will rip your life apart

But I won't let this happen to me.
**Will you?

Falling down a deep dark hole,
Falling down to live with moles.
Falling down after being pushed,
Falling down after feeling lust.
Falling down when I need you most,
Falling down like a terrible host.
Falling down to the empty space,

Falling down so I can't see your face.
Falling down to live a life of despair,
Falling down away from fresh air.
Falling down to where love can't live,

Falling down** *to where there's no love to give.

It's frozen solid,
Too cold to touch.
It just wants another,
Is that asking too much?

It needs to find,
Another that shares the ice.
It wants to find,
Another who's cold, yet nice.

It doesn't require her to melt it free,
Just someone who can realize that it is me.

Invisibility can have it's perks,
You can run around and be free.

But then you realise that nobody can see you,
And you want to share this moment with somebody.

This is how I realised that Invisibility is not my friend.
As the very structure of my freedom... is the foundation to my prison.

Just a kid,

In a little house,
In a little city,
In a little county,
In a little island.

In a big ocean,
In a big planet,
In a big galaxy,
In a big universe.

You were my whale.
Dont take offence,
I'm not saying you were fat.

But when you left and they said that their are always more fish in the sea,
I loved you so much that saying you were a mere fish was an insult.

You were my whale.
My big beautiful air-breathing whale.
And I miss you, but I'm sure you don't miss me.
After all I just called you a whale.

1) She despises those who are late, and rewards the early. She closes her gates, that could be described as pearly.

2) Her presence is warm and unfelt by most, to describe in detail would only be to boast.

3) Material to read is what she gives us. We would rather bleed than have her not forgive us.

4) Before we realised, it was time to leave. We wanted to stay as we knew we would grieve.

5) Leaving was tough so we tried not to look back, but however long we stayed, we’d never fill our rucksack.

No such thing as darkness, just the absence of light.
No such thing as cold,just the absence of heat.
No such thing as hate, just the absence of *love.

My eyes racing from word to word,
I hold in my hands a whole new world.

With these scratches on this page,
Today I'm a spy, tomorrow a mage.

I'm on a journey to the center of the earth,
Then I'm a teen questioning his worth.

I'm a girl suffering from cancer,
Then I'm Santa rushing Prancer.

I'm an assassin on the hunt,
Then a footballer about to punt.

I'm the boy chasing the girl,
Then in 80 days I circle the world.

I'm a man in an iron suit,
Then I'm a death god craving fruit.

Behind these words is where I live,
But believe me, It's a world I would never give.

You don't see it yourself,
But I witness it every day.
I see it in your smile,
And the way that you say "Hey!"

You "make yourself beautiful",
And it's just in the small ways.
But you really don't need to,
As this is the truth presently... and always.

Planted there isolated,
Looks at it from a distance,
The flower is stuck,
Questioning its existence.

Planted just out of reach,
From the sunlight it craves,
Feeling no better,
Than moss in caves.

Gazing at the sunlight,
Twisting and reaching for rays,
But this flower hasn't felt warmth,
In far too many days.

It begins to die,
Slowly bowing its head,
It could have tried harder,
But it chose death instead.

If life is a game,
Then I'm probably losing.
Beaten at every corner,
And I'm finally bruising.

But isn't it great,
To just play it with your friends?
'Cause remember if you end your game,
Then your friends game ends.

Tick
Tick
Tick
Tick*
Boom

One day I'll have nothing,
To spend my time on.
Because I'll explode,
Like a ticking time bomb.

When I look at you,
It's like looking at a tulip on a rose bush.

When I talk to you,
It's like hearing a puppy purr.

When I hug you,
It's like hugging a soft, warm cactus.

And when I kiss you,
It's like kissing a pleasant wasp's sting.

You are the confusion that is love,
You are my tulip on the rose bush.

Two** knights, fighting side by side,
One ready to ****, one ready to die.

Two truckers, driving in a convoy,
One is man, one is still a boy.

Two astronauts, floating in space,
One enjoys the view, one covers his face.

Two teens, after the same girl,
One goes for the gold, one lets him take his world.

Two killers, with knives at their backs,
One takes the life, one covers his tracks.

Two friends, talking about their lives,
One loves his friend, one envies his life.

You're the hard butter that rips my bread...
You're the moment my pencil breaks...
You're the gum stuck under a table that I accidentally touch...
You're the bent corners in my favourite book.