A new town, a new place,
Every day we see them.
They are a blessing and a curse,
To bless us with death.

They're everywhere, they live among us,
And we love them so.
Point your fingers at the tools,
Point the barrels at yourselves,
It all makes sense in our twisted world.

Call 'em blind, call 'em slaves,
We're all the same.
Clones who can't see the raw  truth,
Without a coat of sweet lies.

Sky blue lies,
But the truth runs red,
Like the blood you soak in.

Let's play a game of Russian roulette,
I'll load the gun and you place the bets.
Who the **** will make it out?
Who has to die next?

Your standards have not changed in a changing world,
Tradition has been ***** of all reason.
So set flame the number two excuse,
Forever engraved in depravity.
How can they **** us without us?
We send each other to the slaughter.
Man turns on man, child turns to killer,
Isolation becomes the evil, and reason is retribution.

So let's play that of Russian roulette,
I'll load a few guns, you call those risky bets.
How many dead bodies equals logic?
How much longer can we do this?

Late at night I hear noises,
And in my head I hear voices.
And among the clamor,
I hear breathing.
Your words.  They tear me apart.

So what now?  Do you leave?
Just like everyone else?
I can't stand it.
I hate it when you walk away,
It tears me apart.

Everything you say,
Pierces my heart like a needle.
And it hurts at first,
But I don't seem to mind.
Everything you say can **** me,
But instead it keeps me alive.

Your little needles are working,
With my hope as thread.
They stitch me up, attached to you.
And I know you don't mean to,
But I can't stop it.

Every sleepless night,
I spend wishing,
I could dream about you.
But as long as I can see you,
It will tear me apart.
So stitch me back together.

Behind a wall of glass,
And there's no turning back now.
I can't say why I'm here,
I can't speak any words.
I can't confront my fears,
And the sinking feeling is only getting worse.

In a glass box,
The outside world can't hear my shouts.
Water keeps filling,
My time is running out.

Can't break the barriers,
And no one's gonna save me.
My hope is wearing thin,
I sink into the deep.
The thoughts just race within,
My lungs gasping, my heart starts to bleed.

Bleed out everything I've ever loved,
And my dreams can spill their guts.
My bloodied hands,
Scraping, so tired.
I can't understand,
The point of my ******* desire.

Air escapes my throat,
Through a slit I carved by myself.
I'm in a glass box,
And the outside world is slipping away.
I won't wait.

Your name
Is nails on a chalkboard,
Slipping from my tongue like the slime of unwashed plates.
Vowels left unattended, a man at the door asking to be let in
Whom I don't know.

Your name
Is the creaking of a staircase,
Sending chills up my spine, for I am the only one who's home.
Syllables upended, a vase of ashes on the rug knocked over
By what I tell myself was the wind.

Your name
is the clicking of a lock,
opened from the outside
When only I own the key.
Consonants only hinted, a stillness in the air that settles on my skin.

Your name
Is haunted,
And it's ghost sleeps on my sheets
leaving behind the scent of roses and stomach acid
In it's wake.

do want something
so badly
you
would sell your soul
would you bleed
would you do anything
for it
maybe maybe not
if you do
I hope it's really worth it
I hope time doesn't show
how immaterial it was
if it's a person I hope
you don't find out
their a lie.

hovering above
waiting to steal you away
I pray it passes us by
but I know
it's only a matter
of time.

Been writing screen plays learning production. The angles and setting a mood. The editing process is the stressful part.
Turn a vision into reality within a reasonable budget
Learning to do all aspects of the art