Seething with rage, as it consumes my mind.
Choking my thoughts, my physical form left behind.
A knife in my heart, it's emotional wave staining my skin.
These feelings fight me till my thoughts, body and soul have grown dim.
There is no rest from the pain, the agony is too impatient to wait.
These feelings leaving me at the foot of hell's gate.
Yet my thoughts and interactions continue to keep me sane, at least for now.
But, what is this feeling, and why is it that I feels these emotions forcing me to bow.
To a power I cannot see, a god by the name of Misery.
These dreaded murderous feelings, all but a true mystery.
It's not a game of clue, no questions will be answered, no one is to blame.
But you will always fall victim to your own shame.
And the more I think, the more I feel.
The more it continues, the more I lose what is real.
Till these emotions drain my life, the source of who I am.
And these feelings strangle me till I become one of the ******.

The howl you hear, what do you sense?
A sound of sorrow, anger, arrogance?
Well, I howl to sing a song in which states how I feel in my heart.
Many humans confusing me as a beautiful monster from the start.
I am no simple creature of chaos, as many have depicted. I am a creature of grace and balance.
Some humans attempt to study my kind to learn our talents.
But none will ever quite get us right, for we have secrets of our own.
None would ever guess what type of things a wolf has been shown.
If it were not for our belief of blood, we would die one by one.
Because our pack is a family that cannot be undone.
A bond between us, igniting us in joyous song
As our paws leave marks upon the path in which we race along.
Leaving a mark in history it is us who befriended you.
So why is it that humans can choose to take our lives too?
I am a wolf who lives by a code.
I am a wolf of which legends are told.

I wish this was over, I wish that this was a dream
But, reality is never as kind as it seems
Bringing someone into my life that can actually make me smile
Then taking him away after a little while.
An angel so perfect, who truly loved me.
Released me from his hands and set me free.
All because he had to leave, fly to another place.
I wish I had wings so it would be possible to chase
That dream I had waited for since I can remember
My hero whom I met in December.
But now I am saved, and on he must go, leaving my side with a tear in his eyes
I can't believe this crushing experience, unsure where my heart now lies.
Ripped from my chest, I would offer it to him, if it wasn't lost.
I'd attempt to get him back at whatever cost!
California is not the place for him to be,
Because even he said he belongs with me.

Sleep, here take these pills
Never gonna sleep again
Go to bed, close your eyes and you will eventually begin to dream
That's a lie, I have tried it all, counting sheep, warm milk, even running till I could not run any further, yet no sleep has come to me nor will it ever
You need to sleep, if we must, we'll take you to a hospital**
Go ahead, strap me down, see if I will rest, cause once I do, I won't wake up and I will have died upon that bed. Just another tragic tale of my insomnia once again. Except this time, my story ends.

Falling for a demon boy
No shock from a silver tongue girl
But is it worth it to be his toy?
And feel my own world begin to whirl?
He is of lust, yet I am of love
And his eyes and my heart may get along
But the voices from above
Tell me this is all so wrong
I knew I'd fall if he called may name, asking for me back.
But what is it that makes me feel cold? What is it that my heart may lack?
I fear that he will leave me, break my heart again
And watch as I die of a broken heart, and see my own story end.
What is it about this demon boy, that I love so much?
I can't explain it at all, because I know it is more than lust.
It isn't all about his looks, even though he does have charm.
It's not that he's my hero, because he has caused me harm.
Maybe it is that darkness, in which I seem to know.
For I seem more afraid of the light than the dark.
Just as I fear summer and enjoy the winter snow.
I would never swim with fish, but I'd prefer the shark.
Always on the dark side, always in misery.
For misery loves me and my company.
Maybe this boy is Misery, that is just his secret name.
And all of my feelings, to him is just a game.
For how am I to know trust? When he will hardly speak my name
More concerned with calling me territory than treating me at least human.
Maybe this love is where the happiness will end and my life of dedication to him will begin.