If the Devil had a friend,
Who would it be?
Would it be you or
        would it be me?
You played with a top,
but you left it there spinning.
My mother's darkest hour
         became my beginning.
You abused her, ***** her,
and used for game.
Now because of you
         I'm the embodiment of shame.
A man has a job
to do what is right
but you'd rather crush souls
          and play as you'd like.
So I ask again, If the Devil had a friend,
who would it be?
Would it be you?
           Because I refuse for it to be me.
There's a thin line between right and wrong,
And now Nineteen years have gone.
I've cried and been angry
           but it all left me empty.  
A child can not pay
for the sins of the father
so I refuse to feel shame
            for what you did to my mother.
If the Devil had a friend.
Who would it be?
Would it be you?
Or would it be me?

shhhhhh
don't wake my mum with your noise
I've told you before about this
about your racket
I mean there's more to life than just you
so get up and go
we have work to do
no no no
don't start start with the pity parties
no time for it then and no time for it now!
go go go
you selfish child
your nearly 18 so
it's about time
     you washed the dishes
and mowed the lawn
and payed the bills
and cleaned the house
and cooked the meals
and do the laundry
and your homework too!
and when your done
      you pathetic little thing don't forget
your hair is a mess
your face isn't clean
your weight is out of hand
your friends all hate you
your teachers care too much
your dog ate your homework
and your still not well after all
so stop being selfish and help me!

To you my dear
To your heart I go
To the life you promise with me
  but first theres something you should know
Im not kind
Im not sweet
  and I dont want your love
I just want to kiss you and so
thats what I have to say to you my dear.

Ever dreamed of a new world?
Ever wondered whats after this?
What is there for us to look forward to?
To hold onto in our darkest moments?
To hold onto when our tears are falling?
So hopefully I've found a cure for pain.
I've found a curse to leave me sane.
But just in case hear my prayer.
listen to it when I'm not here.
I love you both never forget.
Have no pain and no regret.
Have you ever wondered...
what will be left?

I thought you were done
When you left with no farewell
I thought I was young
when I broke that evil spell
but no now I'm old but still I cry
still I hurt and still I wait
I wait and wait as years go by
for the day when your name no longer ignites my hate
I hate no one. I love everybody
that’s just a lie you make it untrue
it seems now pain is my hobby
that evil spell renew i cant stop that you don’t care
that I was just your toy, and unwilling player
make fun of my face, my love, my hair
you did much worse I'm sure you remember.
Trust, psh you took more than hat from me
you took my heart, my childhood, even my pure mind.
It always did seem" I love you"wasn’t free.
But then I broke your rules so you left me behind
is that normal? To have to work for love
see you with other girls and then beg for a hug
no, no, its not normal and I'm glad I made you stop.
So when will I  break this spell now that your gone
maybe when you admit it was you that was wrong!

Fair is a word outside of reality
It is like a lion having pity
Pity for its prey that it kills every night
A lion knows no wrong a lion knows no right
Fair is the same in many ways
And still will be for many, many days
Equality is fake fair is untrue
For every times a good happens a wrong happens too
A family receives help after many painful years
The same words that cause this give others
Reasons for fears
Fear for their home fear of future suffer
So whats fair for one is unfair for the other

Many images pass through my mind.
My brain is something one of a kind.
My way of thinking is extremely strange.
My thought capacity has quite the range.
I’m misunderstood in many ways.
So I sit and think throughout my days.
I dream of a day when I am free.
A day when they see what I see.
They are those who scorn me for what they see.
They judge without knowing me.
For this they know nothing.
This is the one reason to scorn.
The world around me is full of hate.
With few specks of life.
For love is life and life is love.
For they are the same and nothing without the other.
The two are one.
Now might I suffer one more day.
Another decade is on its way.
Because out of all my fears.
I can always dream of next year.
Another year is just a sign.
Goodbye! Goodbye! 2009!

Dear World,
My stomach growls and it reminds me of that empty covered. I remember those shelves. I was so short, so young, and still I knew there was nothing. There wasn’t a pack of crackers just out of sight. There was nothing. So now I’m left with a reminder; a reminder that never leaves my side. My stomach growls and it reminds me of that empty covered and how it made me cry.
To the many loved and cherished children of the worldly blest families,
TRUTH

Looking out from the in I see nothing
Darkness shrouds my eyes while others see
Why should I see pain as something
It’s never occurred to me
Though I’m cared for and shrouded from all pain
Someday a time will come when this no longer seems sane
Why should I be so cruel to those who need me the most
The more I do this so, my love becomes a ghost
It haunts me now outside my heart, as if…
…waiting for a war to start
A war between my heart and mind
This war I try to conceal inside
Are the lessons I’m taught really wrong
Have I sung a liars song
I need to see in from the out
See the other side of my shroud

All years leave their mark.
Their darkest marks are their wrongs.
The dishonesty of their leaders,
or the crudeness of their songs.
Every fire has its spark.
Such a miracle is a fire.
But all that is remembered its ashes,
And the flames that climbed ever higher.
The human mind works like a shark.
It judges first without caring.
We always will notice first what’s wrong
so, listen now and always come well Bering.
For, all years leave their mark.
Their darkest marks are their wrongs.
The dishonesty of their leaders
or the crudeness of their songs.

A yellow fever burns with anger.
Mothers fill with a sense of danger.
As towns die and graveyards grow,
A carpenter’s child waits for snow.
Many lives this fever will take.
While others say this horror is fake.
This carpenters child is the only smart one.
For this fever only strikes on a hot days sun.
When winter comes and cools the air
the fever’s anger will disappear.
In the winter it hibernates.
So, dear child please wait.
In a land they is free
Yellow Fever struck in 1793.

I can speak of many things
Such as love and hate
But right now those sounds
I can not make
So here they are
Those meaningful words
When I think of you
I think of the hummingbirds
How they judge
Not by the past
And not as long as a summer may last
But always and forever
They would come
And so this is the memory
They have become
I remember the times
When I was still young
Your house was one
Of adventure and fun
For I was happy
In those few years
But right now
I must throw away  the tears
Crying is selfish
Please let me explain
This world is a
Life a death game
I’ve had you so long
Like an overdue book
I’ve kept you these years
Not taking one look
It’s time for a return
To an angel of mine
Yes she’s been waiting a real long time
She has been a reason for hope
A shield from my fears
I’ve kept her heart broken
All of these years
I’ve seen you cry
For this world’s evil ways
I know you have suffered
Through so many of your days
Life and Death
Both have their pains
It hurt to see you suffer
Like a desert
Without rain
I cannot speak  a sound anymore
But  memories
I have always to adore

When I die young
     don't say I was strong till the end
     don't say it took me by surprise
Tell them I was always weak
     I was always frail
    but I saw it coming and I was prepared
I'm no palm reader but I do read palms
    I knew that I would die while still young
    I met my faith and so I'll tell you
I watched the world through God's eyes
    I saw its beauty
    I heard its songs
And so I wasn't scared to die young

One box to hold a year or two
Two trucks to carry my memories
three loads of stuff we have to sell
I'm packing up my childhood but
Its not by my own free will.

Four ways I try to handle my pain
Five days used to torture me
Six different moments I want to die
I shut the door to my happy home
"I'm sorry goodbye"

Seven days made this week
Eight years you lived a different life
Nine times out of ten you did what was right
They always blamed you because of your past
If only they too could see the light?

For ten years you were a different man.
They were united against you yet still alone they stand.

Pain is a demon's game.
One that plays your mind.
Beauty is the loved ones we cherish.
Beauty is the hope without which we would parish.
But pain keeps us here by showing all is not kind.
Pain or hope; what do you prefer?
For is it not the pain that reminds you why you have hope?
Its touch stings with cold.
But why have hope if you never suffer?