I was with you for so long,
you became a part of my world.
Like the sun that rises every morning.

Until you were gone.
And the sun didn’t rise.
And everything
got so
so
cold...

A stepping stone,
made for stepping on

The Villain helped the Hero be the light
by making it dark,
so that the Hero can shine bright

If man creates a monster.
Who is then truly the monster?

The creator.

Or the created.

Things don't
get done

Unless there's someone
doing them

I took ten lives
to save a thousand

I lost a battle
to win a war

To hold up the halo
I got my horns,
because I cannot take the rose,
without taking all its thorns.

It depends on who is looking;
whether a picture is truly true,

The picture can be a lie when looked at by someone
who has a different view

her tears fell
salty like the sea
in which she drowned
her feelings out
so she cried
and her heart shrunk and dried,
it turned from soft to bone
because you can't
squeeze blood from a stone
.
.
.

Strong is the heart,
shared between two;

because multiple of something,
is more powerful than a few

One can know a lot of things,
but knowing doesn’t mean a thing,
if you don’t understand.

there was just something about you
something I can’t place
maybe your sad eyes
and broken face

I felt something
when I saw you
I felt the pain
that you felt too

Somehow I knew,
that you knew it as well
knew of tears
knew of hell

I want to tell you
that it won’t always be that way
it does get better
it does, someday

What is our purpose?
That doesn’t matter.
we are humans,
and there is no answer.

The only way to win a fight

is to not fight at all

No matter how successful you become,
or how far you climb,
you are still just a human.
You bleed the same,
and you fall just the same.
Only, the impact is going to be so much greater
and the blood can be sold on eBay depending on how famous you are

You can’t hit me and hug me

You can’t hate me and love me

You can’t ask me a question
And ignore the answer

You go either left
Or you go right

You can’t pull me
In both directions

You don’t.

You can’t.

Yet you do

You’re beautiful,
no matter what the mirror view.

The mirror doesn’t see everything,
but some people do.

"After all, you’re only human,"
I’ll take that as a compliment.

A human can be anything,
if only you are competent.