A vault full of history with haphazard security they lose stuff and let things get switched out for fakes If this weren't a metaphor i'd suggest replacing them with a kid with a stick
Creatures one and all some are statistically inclined to one thing or another but we're chaotic creatures and oddities abound still we fight the same old fight about who belongs where can't we all just get along history says no what do you say?
Play your song And take us away We'll leave our Tiny town and We'll drop our Tiny issues for you Play your song And we'll follow you Right off a cliff It just sounds So interesting.
watching you bleed out is so much less than I expected like watery paint sliding down A portrait your last gasps sound fake and unrehearsed I hope you have an understudy cause your out of the show.
Kind of an animal Kind of a man like so many others but in a more literal sense Placed in the labyrinth away from polite society one day some one will come to put you out of our misery.
A pox on em all All reflective and **** Telling me things With nonverbal cues That I so don't wish to hear Too many lines Too many dots That is all wrong That just isn't right I want to deny it But I know that I see the truth.
Distaste has found a warm welcome in a certain hearts chamber not hate mind you far too passionate but distaste a deep distaste embers that burn just enough to cauterize the wounds that were truth be told mostly self inflicted.
New news Is worthless If it's dull Old news Is relevant If it sells Lies are timeless Half truths to Sell them Hot off the presses Into the eager hands Of the now misinformed.
people build the weirdest things dam practicality we need heads on mountains heads on islands and heads on pikes it will freak out the neighbors which is always a win.
it's interesting to see a burning heart ignored passion and dedication should get something shouldn't it maybe maybe they stopped paying the person who was suppose to care about such things.
One forever one for always like a god dam penguin it simply can't be one for you one for me it never lasts and everyone cheats or so the cheaters say maybe there is a grain of truth maybe not.
You should talk To the moon It's not very outspoken And won't share much But is a great listener Plus you won't have Any trouble looking it In the eye.
If you ask me I say it's a new day Some would say It's still yesterday No you see Twelve has come Twelve has gone A new day is here Perhaps It will be pleasant.
blood sucker disease bringer what if any good do you bring you must have a place is it just to bring suffering if we killed you all would we be making a mistake or would we be correcting one.
idiot stay in the darkness all you get for trying to leave is a headache that light isn't even real they set it up they hang it high they know how attractive it is.
A fire in your belly To do something Maybe nothing big No great deeds Just survival If nothing else Not a roaring fire But a few embers Deep down there right?
To the side another everything to the other another the only difference is degrees A little better A little worse Could I fill the shoes of the best version of me would it be wrong to steal from myself I don't have A goatee So I can't be the evil me.
A moment of passion That was perhaps Less than romantic And now they're dead A bit left on the bed And the walls Don't take any trophies It's far too risky I wonder if you'll Go all tell tale heart When the police Come a callin.
Okay brother Not the worst son And cynical sloth I fear are the words They'll write On my grave I know kinda morbid To worry about that But alas I never learned How not to dwell On disturbing pasts Or uncertain futures The ghosts of Christmas Past and future Will be most disappointed.
strip away civilization and your neighbors become monsters who hunt the weak and let might make right you really don't want to be at the bottom of this heap.
The innocence of youth which isn't always kept in the hands of the young it can be held in aged hands though everyone wonders how it can be perhaps sought after in the belief that ignorance is bliss.
Some things go with out saying or so it's said and so occasionally something everyone knows is forgotten since all any knows is that they should already know it.
We love to say Never again We promise Ourselves At the end of each Hand crafted horror That never again Will we allow This to happen Too bad We kinda **** At keeping those Promises.
What are you doing Should I do that Would that be weird No okay Well carry on then I will do the thing And hope it's right Or maybe I won't Oh nevermind.
A most malevolent stead it rides right into your brain and brings unpleasant dreams Surreal ones that make your brain spin and ones too real to let you move at all is there anywhere to hide any way to guard my mind.
I'm on the outs With our beloved sun So I associate with The moon Spending my nights awake And my days unconscious Is my preference I'd give the moon a hug If I didn't hate Things being in My space Hoo.
No meaning except what we choose so do as you will let chaos rain but rain always ends order will be imposed at least as much order as can ever be a new meaning will come perhaps something nicer maybe the sun will explode I never know.
Where will you wander Where can you wander in this well charted land all the landmarks are noted who needs a pathfinder a lot of folks oddly enough they know not quite enough could use a pamphlet.
That wonderful Silk scarf That comfortable Bit of cloth You gave to me To reward me To cheer me up It's starting to chafe It's starting to tighten Not of its of own accord I can't return it I can't accidentally Leave it behind Will it stay with me Until the end.