We are all children longing for the better days
The days when our sand box seemed like the greatest of deserts
When a trip down a narrow slide was the greatest of adventures
When we loved and forgave without a second thought
The days when we knew ourselves
Without worry, judgment, or care

Deception, just a common misconception
A virus rooted in our psyche
A habit that's much to likely
Its the best friend of weakness
Breeding falsity and bleakness

Those who know it's stinging kiss
Are the ones who reap this
Maybe one day we can live with out
Until then this is what our society's all about

Trapped in a prison we are,
Forged by our own greedy hands
Till the days of sentimentalism have become the past
We all live with dressed up souls
Taught values and fake appreciations
Never knowing our true potential or selves
The reflection that stares back at you
Purely manufactured
let us break away from this lie
And find true meaning with in our self
Away from this land of concrete and stone
Away from these material objects
Away from these horrid teaching and
Away from this brainwashed state
Let us finally find our own spirit,soul, and mind

I knew you and you knew me
We shared our deepest secrets
But time wouldn't let us be
I knew you and you knew me
I changed and lost you
But I was too blind to see
I miss you but you don't miss me
Unknown to you
You were the key
I miss you but you don't miss me
If you truly cared I'll have to wait and see

In the time between the worlds feuds
A mighty crash left our country subdued
Infertility plagued the land
While everyone put out their hungry hand.
People so fragile, plunged to their death
Not even taking a second to hold their breath
Women were forced to give up inside life
Turning to coat hangers, instead of surgical knifes.
While many men turned to a homemade noose
To be found in a closet by those they would lose.
Thursday became known as a blackened date
As a reminder of countries’ terrible fate.

Crisp yellow beams parade through orange sky's
Marching without purpose where their heavenly background lyes
The sun births a tranquil prismatic sea
As the night settles in where dark will soon be
The world is over cast with a pleasing mystic hue
Tomorrow will soon breath these colors a new
As the sun goes down and ready for bed
It brings it's life to somewhere new overhead

Medication time wheezed nurse ratchet
Her yellowed teeth as sharp as a hatchet
Medication time medication time
She shouts once more
Leaving me sickly chilled to my core
Medication time medication time
she hisses in my ear
Will I ever get better or is it only my fear?
Medication time medication time
she picks up in pace
If the medicines working why do I feel I'm being erased?
Medication time medication time
It comes to an end
I've been lobotomized and left for dead

Our perfect storm of red has come to an end
Hearts left bleeding and people pretend
Our shores of trust are left dry and rioten
It's warm memories with it, soon forgotten  
Our connecting ground has washed away
Only stagnant waters are left at bay
Our perfect storm has to a close
The distance between us only grows

I dream of you beneath starry skies
The Milky Way as majestic as your
Angel eyes
The moon shines bright all through the night
Like the energy of your radiant light
The clouds slowly form a smirk
Reminding me of how we didn't work
But I politely force a smile
I'll beautifully suffer for a while

The sun sets gently under Pastel sky's
Bringing with it a fond warm lit night.
The stars dancing elegantly
In their bright white coats
As the see through clouds
So calmly float.
The moon glows softly through the tops of the trees
As the night yawns a soft peaceful breeze
Nighty nighty said little child
As he laid his small head down for a while.

My dear I fear for you
For a heart that can't forgive
Is no heart at all
Your words were like daggers
That pierced through my soul
Yet I forgave you
Your silence screamed louder than any man could shout
Yet I forgave you
You took away the only one I felt truly comfortable with
Yet I forgave you
If I can forgive you for everything
Why can't you forgive me?

We are all just lost souls
Looking for a piece we lost
Centuries before
Looking for the other
Part to make us whole
To energize us
Body and mind
Were all just lost souls
Looking for the truth
The truth behind love
behind our existence
And the cosmos above
We are all lost souls
Looking for our dreams and answers
And fighting for our mental sanity
Will we ever find what were
Looking for?

Two brothers forever locked in a feud
One named innocence and the other lewd.
Both born from a different mother
Although identical to each other

Innocence has gone away
Leaving only lewd to hectically play
In the path of his destruction
He Leaves innocence in a state of corruption

He must now take the blame
For all of Lewd's ungodly pain
this sibling rivalry will remain the same
Lewd is much too hard to tame

The heart is that of a budding rose
The more attention it gets, the more it grows.
Every good memory like a pedal
Beautiful and untouched until they settle
Our senses like roots that lead to our core
Providing us with nourishment, rich or poor
Emotional stability like that of soil
If the foundations bad it will eventually spoil

The beast has come, it's that time of season
It robs me of my hopes and reason
It leaves me only guilt and sorrow
Forever dreading my day tomorrow
The pain is immense and comes and goes
For how long...no body knows
But hopefully soon this will all end
It's getting harder to play pretend

There was a time I believed in angles
I thought everything was true
I thought I had all the answers
With every line delivered on queue.

The stage seemed always set for me,
And all my props and lines did too
Eventually I came to see
The lime lights vastly dimming hue.

Torn from my starring role,
My only golden years
I lose a sense of innocence
Due to bigger fears.

My little stage
Is now a memory,
Merely written on a page
The fact that every actor must face this
Seems completely deranged.

She'll be digging her toes in the California sands
Only Being catered to by the loveliest of hands.
Her heavenly vocals will take her to the top of the charts
Mangling and delighting a billion hearts
She'll be the next Beyonce or Lana Del Ray
But probably something better, many would say.
She'll get everything she wants, all and more
I just hope she remembers me when I see her on tour

Tonight I morned the death of a friend
I've burned all the letters I could never send.
I buried her memories in a jet black box
And carefully tighned the new found locks.
I washed off the filth and got ready for bed
Knowing no more thoughts of her would dance through my head
I pulled up the sheets and turned out the lights
I've never slept better than I have tonight

The ***** act for us, Can never be justified.
We live in castles made of diamonds, and drive cars made of gold, we feast, were never famished, and we never grow old, but we still exaggerate, and complicate a tack in our shoes, the day of the week, and the things we choose.
It is the ones who live in shadows, that have the right to this act, for when you truly have nothing you may then choose a world of black.
When you finally live a day without light, you will truly deserve the right, to have your big kiss goodnight.

You are the queen of the mascuarde
Your poorly stitched mask so crudely made
Your one pure face, now stretched and torn
To fit the stitches so clearly worn
The comforting aura you once conveyed
Was merly a facade of your lavish parade
All you showed me was never real
You are simply way to pretend to feel

There is such beauty in the unexplained
A feeling so grand that no words can do it justice
To have no satisfaction with anyone but one
To wear your heart on your sleeve and be overjoyed
To think and not think all at the same time
To trust someone with everything and nothing
To give up nothing and everything
To feel secure and vulnerable all at once
You are forever my mystery
There is such a beauty in the unexplained

We trade our sadness for sweetness
All our strength, for weakness.
But I guess, we need this
Were are to vulnerable

We die like a flower
Wilting hour by hour
Were sweet turned sour
And to way to vulnerable  

We take pleasure with the pain
Slowly becoming insane
Our hearts overstrained
Were are to vulnerabe

You say you believe in something
But irony says you don't
You build up your morals as your god
And then you slit his throat.
You've tarnished what is good and pure
Your fellow man betrayed
You've warped angels into monstrosities
All hope has decayed.

I am guilty for the words I never said
For nevering voicing every thought that ran through my head
For never kissing your supple lips before your head hit the bed
And For never being the guy that could of lead
I am guilty for letting these days pass by
For bringing a tear to your perfect eyes
For being the one that couldn't cry
And for letting the faultless ghost of you die.

I want to be the arms that hold you when you’re sad;
Your shoulder to cry on when times get bad.
I want to be the one who puts you into bed,
The one who’s arm rests between the pillow and your head.
I want to give you my jacket when you get cold
And be the one, who cares for you when you get old.
But if their comes a time when all of this ends
I’ll be happy knowing we’ll always be best friends.

I have anchored my roots on the shores of your heart
Fighting the tides of your past as we fell apart
In your desolate wasteland of sand I now sit
My flowers a bloom show no sign to quit
If your sands of passion allow me to grow
Then I will flourish to a point you only dream to know
But if you’re emotional shoals take their toll
Then I will pack up my red pedals and go.

Here I sit, silently suffocating by the hands of a ghost I used to call a friend.
Her red nails ever dripping with the fragile essence that once was,
And the image of her face, so elegantly haunting, has been burned upon my eyes forever.
As her hands grasp around my tender neck, all I can do is relive the past.
The good, the bad, the perfect, and the grotesque all culminate into one.
As I slip away, I begin to wonder if everything I know was solid truth,
or if it was all a simple ruse, strategically planned for her sick sadistic pleasure.
Now in the last seconds of my conscious state I know I’ll never be forgiven
For the things I did to generate your undying hate.

We lay society out on the table
And dissect it from its head to its navel
We mask its stench with rubbing salts
As we analyze its every faults
We sort through its entrails, in hopes to find
An answer to give us some piece of mind
But in the end death is still death
And we’re all getting closer with every breath.