I wear upon my head this crown of thorns.
All the roses have been plucked away
By the beggars and the rulers and the cowards.
They smashed them like blood on the streets.
I am left only with this misunderstood skeleton,
The armour that did not protect them.
I am seen now as barbed wire;
Some dangerous, hostile being,
Secluded by my own fortress.
The new faces in the crowd do not know
That long ago I wore a crown of roses.
The only see the jaded corpse,
What’s left of me.

Tis all pre apocalyptic.
Weather warnings, walking strangers.
Tartars and martyrs.
Mystical messrs.
Mothers and daughter.
The devil he caught her.
People are scared, if anyone cared.
Tearing their hair out as, if silly string.
The birds flying backwards.
They're losing their wings.
Impromptu performance.
Encouraged encounters.
With wise men and sages, as was writ on the pages of folklore.
Then criminal law.
It's just being broke.
By the sisters and tartars,
My God they awoke.
Wearing suits fashioned in satin by tailors, bespoke.
Wrapped in screens made out of smoke.
World became scared.
Most sacred Tatari awakes.
(c) Livvi MMCV

The moon rises, as the sun sets
And I rise like a phoenix from the ashes,
At least, I wish I would

*** teaser
people pleaser

mind reader
secret keeper

man leaper
grim reaper

floor creeper
little sleeper

"Sticks and stones may break my bones,
But words will never hurt me."
That's the one saying that never makes him feel like dirt you see.
He gets pushed and pulled
Into dark hallways in and out of school
And gets called a "fool"
They seem to like to call him a "tool"
Because he's mentally disabled
Till this day he hates the label
He stables his skin,
For wrist cutting is the only way to Bend
  
For his friend,
She doesn't blend in
For they throw stickers stones
Knowing she is skin in bones
"She" wasn't born this way
And till this day she eats and eats
She stands over the toilet seat on her Knees
They call her "The Bulimic Freak"
85 pounds, "she is weak"

They both say life never seemed so bleak
They get made fun of just because their unique,
At night there parents kiss them on the cheeks
And they tell them,
Sticks and stones may your break bones,
But words will never "hurt you"

indigo passion
rose elation
cyan desire
salmon fire
azure agony
golden happy
and finally,
some crimson zeal
(these are the ways you make me feel)