Tell me darling
What's life like for you?
No,
What is life really like?
Why do you smile when you are in pain?
Why are you only happy during a storm?
Tell me why disaster turns you on
And show me the beauty of the chaos.
Please
Tell me about the first time you looked in a mirror and hated what you saw.
Tell me how your life fell apart when you turned 18
And how you wanted so desperately to be normal.
Darling,
Tell me about the dark times
When your alone and no one's watching
Do you talk to yourself?
Do you pretend to be the person everyone wants you to be?
When did you lose faith in God?
Did "He" turn his back on you first?
Or were you just done believing in fairytales?
Do you ever hurt yourself
To feel anything,
Only to feel nothing at all?
When did you start staring so hard at the knives?
Do you check the sharpness of the blade every time you use it?
When did that bottle of pills
Become an opportunity?
Why do you cry when your alone but despise seeing friends?
Sweet darling tell me,
When did living become your nightmare
And when did death stop scaring you?
Do you fear getting old?
Have you lost your mind yet?
Isn't it hard darling,
To stay sane in such a cruel world?
Do you find sanity overrated?
And are you tired of surviving?
Because all you want is to feel okay again?

That night we sat in a circle
And talked about the afterlife
What it is
And what it isn't.
That was the night
My godless world
Collided with your heavenly paradise.
Our words were lethel
But we were numb to the noise
We were too busy filling
Ourselves with Gods Poisen
To hear the angles scream
And our eyes became too heavy
To notice the Devils wicked grin
As he clipped the Angels wings.
That was the night we were alike
And you abandond everything
But you will deny.
Every Sunday morning
You will pretend to see God
And you will deny.
But the devil told me
He often thinks of that night
And laughs
Because the Angels still have trouble
Trying to fly.