I have an obsession with the sky
The way the sun shines through the clouds
The sun is so bright
Making everything light up
I have an obsession with the sky
Simply because it is limitless
Once you go up there is no stopping
I stare up there everyday
Wishing I could go up
Get away from down here
I have an obsession with the sky
Because it is my escape
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I want to cry
But not die
I want to hurt
But not alert
I want to be noticed
The attention I seek
Has been wanted for more then a few weeks
To notice me
To see if you care
Care about me at all
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why did saying I was getting better
make me feel so
happy?
Im not getting better.
I think im getting worse.
maybe saying it made me believe I was
but im not
someone
please
help

No blankets on this bed,
this is no place to close your eyes or lay down your head,
this is where the jungle starts,
right here,
in the night of broken hearts.

There is no warmth that you will find,
no kindness in the tight blind eyes of those who walk,
no chance to talk,
no glances from the chalk faced men,
just you and when that's not enough,
you shuffle into sleeping sack,
a knife close by,beware, attack is common here,
this jungle's such a queer place,
faces hide away and tomorrow comes, not every day,
only when you wake and you only wake to keep the night at bay.

No blankets on this bed where bodies grow into the snow,
where the winds charge in and begin to howl,there's
always more wolves on the prowl and
in the night of broken hearts
the jungle starts again.

Where it takes me I don't know, but in
the dream of meanwhile
I will go.

Meanwhile,
on the temple steps, she'll gently weep in
the dream of another meanwhile sleep.

I never saw the sky so blue until
I saw it ,through
the eyes that saw through me and
now I go to see, where it is
that the meanwhile will take me.

She knew all along
she sang it to me once and in the song,she told
me of the wrongs and rights and of the crystal
amethysts that sparked diamonds in the other eyes
of nights.
Such sights in meanwhile dreams are not meant
for men of mortal means.
The dream goes on and on and in the going it is gone,
replaced and in another song goes on again.

My eyes lit up like an entire city when you walked through those doors
I have never seen someone so amazing before
I could not believe that I was all yours
I knew I couldn't lose you because we had swore.
To have and to hold each other's hands
Through thick and thin and all of it within
We have been brought together with these metal bands
But back to reality, I realized my life took a spin
There was no more " I love you" at night
While I laid there alone waiting
I was hoping to wake up and your face be in my sight.
Because this whole time I've been debating
Does love overpower
When it isn't right anymore
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Can you make me feel like a summer day breeze
Instead of a stormy night cloud
Can you show me the snow but not let me freeze
Instead the crashing lightning that is so loud
Will you write me a poem to express your love
Or will you not even call when you're going to sleep
Will you compare me to a beautiful dove
Or will you leave me alone to weep
Did you buy me flowers on our special day
Rather than going out with the boys all night long
Did you make the reservation at the cafe
Rather than playing beer pong
Can, will and did
Were my dreams since I was a kid
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They say love cures all
The heart and soul come together
What they don't know is that sometimes we fall
And the pieces come crashing down like a feather
The heart breaks like a piece of glass
Breaking away into tiny shards
The soul vanishes into gas
Spreading over many yards
Leaves the person stuck
Not knowing what to do
Feeling like they are out of luck
Has them feeling very blue
They say love cures all
Once the person has broken down their wall
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It was an accident,
I didn't do it.
Authorities coming,
located in closet.

I don't remember,
What just happened?
Knife it my hand,
You must be mistaken.

Everything was fine,
I went insane.
Four victims in total,
put out of their pain.

Blood on the ceiling,
blood on the walls.
Twenty eight slashes,
banished their souls.

A father, a mother
and two other kin.
I took them away
and committed a sin.

I was found guilty,
sentenced to die.
Finding no reason,
I'm about to cry.

My kills were my high,
I felt no remorse.
Life is a mystery,
it's has taken its course.

The day has come,
I sit in the chair.
It is over for me,
I no longer care.

I paid my debt,
for my heinous crime.
Please flip the switch,
so I can fry.

Music I heard with you was more than music,
And bread I broke with you was more than bread;
Now that I am without you, all is desolate;
All that was once so beautiful is dead.

Your hands once touched this table and this silver,
And I have seen your fingers hold this glass.
These things do not remember you, belovèd,
And yet your touch upon them will not pass.

For it was in my heart you moved among them,
And blessed them with your hands and with your eyes;
And in my heart they will remember always,—
They knew you once, O beautiful and wise.