There comes a beautiful point where you let go.
Words become insignificant and blur together like tongues of fire or grains of sand.
People stop being people. They stand idle and demanding  like traffic signs.
Everyday-- always there-- expecting you to understand their stupendous.
Once you've let go of individuality, and embrace all of this,
You'll rub your calloused hands together, now feeling-less from all those years of hanging on.
You'll wrap your mind around your neck like a plain scarf, ready to walk
Out into the freezing insanity that is apathy.
And it'll all be beautiful again.

I wonder if you want me to hate you.
If that was your plan all along.
If you made me feel close to you,
Only to pull the rug out from beneath my feet.

If you told me secrets, you said you’ve never told anyone
So that I would feel special.
If you laughed, when you saw the butterflies explode from my stomach,
Every time you smiled at me or held my hand.

Did you mean it when you called me beautiful?
Or was the blush on my face just another ego booster for you?
When you ran your finger down my cheek
Were you trying to make me weak in the knees?

Was that your plan all along?
To make me weak,
To make me feel like I needed you.
Make me think you needed me too.

Do you look back now and laugh at my foolishness?
My naivety?
At the possible thought that we would ever last
That one day you would love me.

You say you’ve felt pain.
You know I have too.
You said you can’t compare our pains,
But I know you do.

I know you think your pain is worse than mine.
That I will never understand.
But when I tried to help you,
You shut me out.

I think you understand pain,
But you don’t seem to understand compassion.
To you, needing help means you’re weak.
To me, it means you’re strong enough to realize you can’t go through life alone.

That seems to be your problem though.
You can never be alone, be single.
No one remembers a time where you didn’t have a girlfriend.
Inside you believe only a girl can make you happy.

I tried to make you happy.
Not merely as your girlfriend but as your friend.
I still want to be your friend,
But only if you allow me to be.

You can confide in me like you did in the past.
I may not be the person you are in love with,
Who you can trust your heart with.
But I can be the person you can trust with your soul.

what are lies
do they hold the truth somewhere
do they hide the truth
are they the key to saving a mans sanity

dont lie to me
dont lie to the eastern winds
dont lie to the face in the mirror
you cant hide the truth forever

why do we tell lies
do we hate each other that much
are we common enemies
what the hell is wrong with us

lies bring devastation
they bring exctinction
our death written in the sands
unwritten by the truth

we tell lies as we walk the earth
no man is honest
he walks with a mask on
he tells false stories

he captivates
then erradicates
making you wish you never existed
lies bringing on the shadows

earth is the prise
inherited by demons
hells wrath known to mankind
nothing to save us but the truth

tell more lies
let the truth in this world be unknon
savage and ruthless beings
your blood on thier hands

makes you sick dont it
knowing you got no time
to tell the truth
thats what lies are
realization that your dead either way!