Desire, desire, I'm burning up inside
Desire, desire, something stuck on my mind

The time has come to feed
Give to me what it is that I need

I'm bursting at the seams
Come, you belong to me
                  
You're just another thing that I require
Desire, desire

Control, control, the only clean, clear goal
Little puppet in my show, now I dictate which way to go

Pulled to the left, pushed to the right
Through the day and into the night

Now everything wrong is right
Come, move towards the light

Nearer now, we close the blind
I'll seal the sides and seize your precious mind

All my movements, passing ventures
Never learning life's true lessons

Orange sky, fear the night

White
White sky, denied

Did you get there first
Were you born before me

I'm ghost walking, you got nothing on me
Free roaming, life so care free

Blessed be, precious me, blessed be

Shed my soul, been gone for weeks
So much space, finally now I can breath

Blessed be, precious me, blessed be

I dare you all, see what happens when you try
Come on and climb, get past this wall

If you've no fear of heights, we'll be just fine

I'm the comic now, it's in the delivery
But the truth be told, it's all honesty

The air so clean, if I could just help myself
So refreshing to breath

Blessed be


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Walk the hill, reach the top
Lead horizon, see it drop

Scale the mountain, taste the sky
Clouds are sour, stinging your eyes

And all thats clear in my mind

The house thats built from sticks and glue
Was never meant for the likes of you

I could never ignore
How you knocked down the door

On a saltwater floor, faces turn blue
I don't know what to do

Soft and warm, wrapped in despair
If I'm void of concerns, then for what do I care

Paint the walls white, a thousand layers
No memories to bite, and silence my prayers

And all thats clear in my mind

The house thats built from sticks and glue
Was never meant for the likes of you

I could never ignore
How you knocked down the door

On a saltwater floor, faces turn blue
I don't know what to do


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Now you're gone
You're around me

Even more
You surround me

Always here, so close now
Disappear, I don't care how

Call it a dream, a fantasy scene
Falling, remembering

Don't you know, that you hold me
Something grows and I hold you

Accountable for cherished turmoil
Something undone, disturbing soil

Call it a dream, a fantasy scene
Falling, remembering

Calling me


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i sit inside ur
church and circle my tongue around ur *** rim
giddy up horsye
u say
wow ur kinkyyyyy
this is a made up *** scene
i directed in my head
i just wanna do what u want
i wanna do what u would enjoy
but im still a dom
ok?
im still a dom

as i breathe in the wicked cold air
it caresses my forsaken lungs
and makes me realize how truly mortal we are

its enough to make me sick
the air we breathe
the things we see
and its so hard
to just sit here
and not have the ability
to do anything

and its such a paradox
because its so beautiful

the air rushes through my body
sending a shiver down my spine
and i freeze
just like the bitter snow
on the ground

but i see
as the seasons change
and the wicked cold goes away
splendor and joy replace the bitterness
and pain

and it is in my mind
that the same will happen for the world

when this time of tragedy and darkness
come to pass
we will have pleasure and joy
that will come to last

I... how do I start this?

Okay, I'll just, just get straight in...

I think of nameless things,
Weightless thoughts with withering strings,
Faithful thoughts of my distressed links,
Boneless thoughts now surfacing,
Stressful 9, and He stopped winking,
No two's and no signs and I'm singing,
So here's now what I'm invested in:

I like to sing, I like to write, there's a Sılver ın my mınd,
I also like to talk in rhymes, and keep the meaning behind.
No, I don't talk like this real life.

Just a little sometimes :}

Not so socially smart and strong,
That's why I like to stay between my walls,
It's a lot easier.. being you between ya walls, ya know?

I love to know, but am I capable at all anymore?
Lately I've gotten a little time-out,
And I thought it was a nice life treat (becuase, wow, obviously I've always been a lucky me.)
But now I lost my inner light, n my speed's somewhere at school & sixteen,

And I...hate all these I's... I use too much of those, don't I? sigh

So, well, here's my why: I enjoy writing because inside I'm.. just...

Well.
T.Swifting on my surroundings,
And 'my feelings, all my findings,
Schizophrenic analysis,
Drama addict's falls and lightnings,
A hundred more words off a Draddict,
But they'll fall out where the light's in,
And I struggle to finish my writings,
A quick toggle in the dark, a little change in heart,
This great flow of my voice... sometimes. I have to confess of my heart for the dark.
How did I get to write this section?
And since when do I blend songs & introductions?

My winter infection?

A little more than I should, I'm enjoying this dive down deep to the darkest dark. A little more than a little more than I should.

I hate being called "alternative"
I am not an option
I'm one of a
kind