Anger in his eyes, his fist raised again
Where is the compasion? What is it that lacks in him?
Daddy, what happened to you? When did you change?
What caused you to grow heartless and deranged?
The days grow darker, mommy is gone.
Some days present battles that cannot be won.
The more violence I see, the more I wish to run
I want to go back to the old days, when time with daddy used to be fun
But the storm is raging, darkening the skies
The hits get worse the more the child cries
A man who used to be a guardian has lost his glow
And one day the child will escape his blow

Tears of a mother, scares the child
Misunderstanding, the look in the child's eye is wild
Fear mixed into a situation of the unknown
Unsure where to walk because this time the path has not been shown
All these little kids know, is they must pack up their toys for they will be going away
Momma said that she doesn't know where she will stay
So separated, they must be
The children then find refuge with their daddy
He takes them in, promising it will be alright
But without momma, I can't sleep at night...
Is she safe? Is she ok?
Daddy? Why did mommy go away?

We all seek our pleasures, expressed in many ways
Some of us like romance, while some of us like pain
Some of us allow ourselves to be torn down, ripped away
While others feel like to be staisfied something must be gained

We are left to sit and wonder,
What is life?
What is real?
And why do living things need feelings?

Well how'd you like to try pumping lead through your veins?
Or have a heart so wet and cold it starts rusting.
When the world ticks around, your voice is talking all the time.
Or live with feelings you've never felt because you cannot feel.

What is this leaking affecting my eyes?
Does the oil that is dripping, mean this is a cry?
Will I ever be something with feelings to hide?
Or am I just a boiler with nothing inside?

I want all today, don't want to hear you say
"You can't do this, you can't do that.
You're not a living thing with feelings."

Wind me up, turn the gears.
I want more today, don't want to hear you say
"I love you."

Dear cannibal, if I asked you, would you eat me?

Acid streaks, leave reminders of their bitter taste
If all are born as angels then I must be a waste
So many seen so perfect, yet some are just pure rejects
So if this mirror does not shatter from my fist, it will break from what it reflects.
Help this mind be put to rest, help all problems be put at ease
And if there is something wrong, help me cure this sick disease.
Is it weight, or appearance? Maybe something new?
Am I really just that aweful, can it all be true?

Singe, please, melt it all away
Please grant me beauty, if just for a day
Cut deep into thine flesh, till it turns to bone
Remove all that is soft, and turn what's left to stone
Take all insecurities, please reverse thy flaws
Reveal nothing but plastic, never leave it raw
For now I sit upon my throne fattened like a cow
I would offer up thy soul, if you could change me now
This pain that wallows within is much more than skin deep
For such a hideous ugly face, had tears in which it weeps
If there is no beauty, may you set me free
From all these ******* standards in which everyone expects to see

We
The
Fallen

Spinning in a downward spiral
Like a sickness going viral
Bringing down the life of many
Sinking to the sea...
Screaming, crying 'help me out'
No one listens to her shout
Falling beneath the crashing waves
Of social acceptance...
She's breathing, not living
She wonders if she's worth saving
From the peer pressure from those above
To get out of the addiction to drugs...

Soft whispers are adrift,
Stealing small children from their sweet dreams
These creatures are known to be keen and swift
Their appearance not quite as it seems.

In fact these creatures are not visible at all.
For they are much more complicated than that.
Sneaking around the shadows of the hall.
Stalking you just like a cat.

This thing in which you now read explains
These creatures called drugs that feed off our curiosities.
Feasting on our addictions until nothing remains
And they help show us abusers our insecurities.

Utinam hic quidem me solum relinquatis et caerulei oculi penetrare cogitabant mala mihi. Crudelibus modis agit , et intuitus est angeli.

Crimson sweat seeps from my flesh onto the cold floor.