Do I dare to disturb the balance of my nature
and destroy the creature welling up inside?

Nothing seems to break me no matter hard I fall
Nothing seems to break me at all
Nothing seems to **** me no matter how hard I try...
Nothing can do me in before I do myself

Misery is the fuel that lights my Icy fire
Chaining me to this forsaken place
Forever consumed ill decay your world
So I suggest you stay away

The cake is waxy
The candles burned
The chairs are dusty
And have been unturned

The clocks have stopped
the silence is still
The rooms lie barren
With a subtle chill

The halls are vacant
The walls painted black
No light shown
Not even through a single crack

Today's your birthday
But does anyone care?
To certain people
It's like you weren't even there.

I wish I could wash away it all
The love, the hate and every pit fall
I wish I could drown the memory of your face
Every line of it still can trace
I wish we could submerge our sleeves in waters a new
Creating better memories, ones pure and true.
I wish we could swim in the clear waters of trust,
But I fear you never left the shallow end of lust
I wish one day I can wash you clean
Bringing out in you your beauty unseen
I wish one day I could again playful sink
In your waters so delightfully pink

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.

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

What will you do, when the boys in blue come looking for you?
They claim to be keepers of the peace but it's just not true
They commit constant purgery and lie on the stand
For the soul purpose of putting money in their greedy hands.
They're your high school bully come to say hello
Still empty inside with nothing respectable to show

They disregard all of our rights  
Trying to crush us before we fight
They pretend to be our friends
Always trying to make amends.

They wear their false smile
Trying to **** us for awhile
But Without taking us on a date
It's nothing more than ****

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

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

Like a moth to flame
I attract to your pain
months have passed
But I still feel the same
The memories have returned
As my heart flared and burned
I wish it was like it was before
To satisfy for what I have yearned

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.

The more we pick our selves up the more we fall down
Our blurry smiles fading from our silly faces
Our scares only visible for us to see
In someone else's shoes it's hard to be
We deal with life by polluting our Senses
The pills, the beer, the hits, the liquor,
They say wine is fine but whiskey's quicker
We give our selves to our mistakes
Degrading our minds till they're completely erased
We defile all of our left over sanity
Purging our confidence in delusional vanity.
Well always be a slave to self degradation
We all need a temporary vacation

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

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.

I sit in a house with no windows and no walls
An endless blackness engulfing it's halls
The floors are riddled with corroded stones
Some of which you could say I have owned

The darkness invokes no fear inside
The emotions once here have already died
This place is tired and so very weak
Left with only a few words to speak

The foundation is rotted and falling apart
But I guess it has been from its start
Soon the floors will fall through and give way
Letting what's been cornered inside to go astray.

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

Only the good die young
So let's give in and have some fun
Let your primal self loose and do what you want.
It's time to loose ourselves in our cravings
Lust, drugs, and violence are now on the table
Lets give up our morals just for a while
And take advantage to do what we please
Only the good die young, so let's have some fun.

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.

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?

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.

After all this time
I still want you
Back
There's nothing
More
To say

I wake up every morning
Wishing I had died the day before
Life is not worth living
When everything's a choir

I put on a smile
To hide my face,
My soul rotting
At a steady pace

In six months, I'll be unknown
My face forgotten
I'll have
Decayed alone

My only regret
Is never hearing those
Three little words...

But I suppose it's something
I just didn't deserve.

What is that makes one man pure and another a monster?
Is it simply a predisposition or does one need to develop longer?
How can one give in to their primitive dark temptations?
While the other is chained to their morals and holy aspersions?
How can one gain pleasure from lies and desertion?
When another gains pleasure from helping and self correction?
How can utter evil exist in one mans blackened heart,
While one can be pure mind, body and soul from the start?
If we could answer this mystery we could heal what tears us apart.

The town has faded
The people grayed
The word color
No longer has a name

The pictures faded
The corners grayed
The faces torn
No longer have a name

The memories faded
The events grayed
The people, with out me
Get along just the same

Let's find some validly
Let's find some substance
Away from this material world
That has no justice

Lets's find the paths
That we all should follow
Away from these cardinal sins
That make us hollow

Let's spread our love
And spiritual graces
And make full use of the clock
That laughs in our faces

Let's find our heaven
And peace on this earth
And live our lives
To the fullest they're worth

Love is a merely a fable of fairy tales
A simple mistruth that propels our wishful sails
We invest ourselves in this lie
To convince us that we won't be alone when we die
We think of love as some heavily bliss
Something to be cherished and missed
But it is just a tale to keep us warm at night
It's better to give up now than loose an unwinnable fight.

Dark clouds and stormy skies  
are always hidden behind the sunniest of days

Even the most beautiful weather has  a chance of showers, with the possibility of hurricanes

One can never really tell if future skies hold the storm of the century or the most tranquil of seas

Even during the most perfect of days one should bring a rain coat and a floatation device in case beauty does cease.

Why is that when people break up they can't be friends?
Some of us would like to keep ties with our loose ends.
Yes, we were lovers, and that may seem scary
But I think it's quite the contrary

Who knows you better than your ex?
The person who everyday you used to text
Who else has kept all your secrets?
Not shedding light on any of your weakness
Who else cares about you more
Arms open, never showing you the door
And who else will love you when get old?
No one because your heart has grown to cold.

You were the breath in my lungs
My warming sun
The moon that lit up my night
And the blood in my heart

The drug that picked me up
The energy in my soul
The glow of my aura
And the cure to my loneliness

I'm slowly suffocating now
My world is dark
My night is black
And there's not a single beat in my heart

I'm lower than low
My soul's off kilter
My aura is gray
And I'm drowning in loneliness

I've packed up the sun
And stored away the moon
But to hopefully display them again
Some day soon