RUN!
I must be gone!
It ruins and screeches
The nails broken in the mirror's truth.
Gone!
I must go on!
It halts and dies
The end of our life time
The pinnacle of bliss.

How can you believe in all?
Lies forged to pierce you
Your ignorance is death
I can't protect your self!
I'm sorry I can't keep dying like this!

RUN!
I will be gone!
The nails slash broken the mirror's truth
Gone!
I must not go!
If I halt you die
The end of our lifetime
The mirrage of our bliss.

Tears lost in a maze
You can hardly think
Lost in your life's sights!
Too blind to see around you
The truth are lies
And the lies are corrupted!

RUN!
I must be gone!
Nails bleeding on your truth
Gone!
I shall go now!
Life halts but never dies
The end of my lifetime
The mirrage of me in your bliss.

My heart's slashed where you resided
I am only so weak
My heart's rotting since you went
I am only so in love
My heart's worth nothing anymore
I've only...

RUN!
I was never really gone
My bleeding heart split in two
Over the reflection on the truth
Gone!
My love has no home now
Away it has to go
The end of my lifetime with you
Our mirage blissful, a lie was.

I decide to die
Away from your life
I was only so in love
I am only so weak
Be happy with them all
I've only...

Run!

(crazy indeed i believe) by me.....

Forensic friar,
frigid liars,
arent we all the forecast over overnight paintings?

Packs to be handled,
monstorious scandal,
Murk with no lighted candle to show you thine way!!!

Merry making believers believe,
concievers concieve only to turn around to be fooled once again!!

Minced meat poison to drain thy wearied inner,
thy eyes sink in thinner,
as the sharpened mirrage stares back at you.......

indigence canst only grim so much,
doth thou haveth any more meaning without your Mr or Mrs special touch?

cacoon hustles muffled to trotted maturities,
where conspiracy takes strange,
taketh realism in full pains!!

tear away at these cut patches,
where bought blotches are nearly detailed!!

Crusade of all Majority,
spare from this speared destiny,
where old timing recipe's become thine old time Menu...........

I'm weak
I shed tears
I curl up into weakness
And bleed silver regrets

Can't stand on my own
My mirrage was a fraud
Solitude isn't strength
It's hell

I scream
When I lose all control
My power stripped leaves me genuine
I'm the secret you all hold dear

I fall apart
Fools gold won't be bought by everyone
Discerning eyes will see the truth
The ugly that we all hide

I'm human
What we deny
For power and status
We shun what makes us valuable
The raw emotions that makes us weep and bleed
I'm the part of you that has been deemed too strong to display
Too strong to share

I was sleepy when I woke up,
My eyes was close when I saw the truth,
Still hoping for the best but the truth burns,
I have made myself a fool to your plays,
Inch by inch I pulled myself closer,
Been in a circle the whole time,
The truth is!
You think you need me,
you say you need me,
All you need is someone to be with,
you'll be just fine without me,
The truth is!
The flame was never hot
Just an illusion that hurts
Those spikes couldn't go through me,
The way your words cut through my heart,
As the night  dies the morning grows,
A plant full of thorns and afraid of the flame,
Now with eyes open, no more an ignorant,
The truth is!
I had my eyes open the whole time,
Just my heart ignorant of the things you did,
The truth is!
I thought I saw an oases of my life
Just a mirrage of depression.

Confusion is tearing themself against them
within overwhelm
during realization of each one
having another one's face
of them being very unlike
some certain similiar spectral
one
other not
truly more than another
one's blinding shining a prism on
uncountable unclear colorsome
of everyone else's otherwise
one instant of truly inspecting
not truly your mirrage of any
of clean-cut
one off-angle
at checking right one before
you is
when us under each whelm
of mirroring none defracted
refragramenting occurring an unglanced
a vision of fearing their polished
self-reflectively looking through
eyes of yourselves inside
through a sideglimpse seen
after a sight in immediately
a lucid discovery not seen
our last whelm for so long
the first whelm so many before.

Kaleidoscope.
short of our questions
faced many
raised a mask's darkness
scattered I are my shadows
changed by myself not scanning
is their shadow
a fraction of who is a true shine
unlike beyond those two familiar eyes
blinks passed, ten each following
tacitly your close gaze from far
up to me down your highest abyss
flickerly it stares too
their whelming at me and you
the one who glares down one
confused glassy jitter upon
the reflection constantly counted on
every manyone
who someone's
you
are within
clarity we are belonging for.

Thus, timeless, eternity passed
not unlike a glimpse of a chance
who is someone of them sighting in
my fragile panes you inside
the one themselves to undisguise us
through my imagined frail
unshattered are soul being shared
returned
flashed forth
realized.

Brightness.

Soulsome spirits.