Overly prideful
Incredibly flawed
Aware of all the flaws that exist
Poke at them in my mirror
See them more than you do
You might've been able to recognize them
If you had spent 17 years looking at them, too
They say flaws are beautiful
They say it's what makes us human
What if I don't want to be human?
Now what do you tell me?
Hm?

Sleep, sweet child
and dream of tomorrow
dream of the future
think not of sorrow
picture the joy
you'll feel everyday
when you do what you love
and let come what may

Sleep, sweet child
slumber so sound
let troubles nor worries
weigh yourself down
but soothe yourself
calm all your dread
dream of tomorrow
of happiness, success
dream of your future
relax and rest

Sleep, sweet child
just close your eyes
and no one will fool you
with a clever disguise
go to lands that
you may never see
travel in dreams
be wild and free

You can't reach me.
We don't even exist on the same level.
If you believed half the things I did
You'd be making out with a loaded weapon before
You could even begin to understand.
Your a constant, fruitless chase.
An empty promise.
A futile attempt of darker forces to upset the current balance.
Your an illusion and a ghost.
In the end; you were everything yet you were nothing.
God, Fate and Destiny have nothing to do with it.
You are just the creation of a fragile ego and a wanton heart.

Books are my favorite thing in the world
They are there when I need them
And still there when I don't

They help me escape
Escape to the most most wonderful places
Places you could never imagine

They can make you cry
Or smile, or laugh
They have no other friends besides you, the one who started reading them

They are full of the amazing words that fill you with joy and wonder
They are my refuge
And my best friend

Loaded Dice
in the game of Life
I roll
I lose
In the game of Life
there are no winners
I lose
as usual
There are no winners
the girl besides me hits the jackpot
as usual
I **** at this game
The girl besides me hits the jackpot
I feel like quitting
I **** at this game
I stare at the table playing Russian Roulette
I feel like quitting
holding the dice
I stare at the table playing Russian Roulette
I walk my way over
Holding the dice
I sit down
I walk my way over
I grab the gun
I sit down
loaded dice
I grab the gun
I lose

No I don’t want a kiss
A sickly formality
Nauseating to the stomach

I want to feel your rage
Intense, primal, magnificent
Oh the thrills I get to feel your fist upon my cheek

Your harsh words are music to my ears
Your jealousy is my source of power
Oh how i bask in it

Until the rooms a blurr
Until I can no longer see your face peculiar, twisted with rage
Until I can no longer feel the sensation of gushing blood from my nose

Finally, I can sleep
Sweet, unconscious, dreamless sleep
Drifting drifting content in the knowledge that you care
you are mine and i am yours.