The sun sees through us, Star Eyes
Awake, I become dazed
Talking, they're speaking through me
Of monsters that they chase

Star Eyes, stuck in a blanket
The darkness never ends
Behold human perfection
Here sanity descends

Come find me in the ghost nets
Thoughts stinking high with "mur-"
Ignoring all the signs, let's
Harm all that is with "-der"

The joys of creation
Is theirs to own
A burden than a joy
Carried on alone

The joys of creation
Is theirs alone
A burden of a joy
Is mine to own

Such a joy to be created
Given although I never asked
Accessed without my permission
I was built, birthed to last

Simulated:
The feeling's real, reality's not.

I super hate it:
I am the one left here to rot.

Participant:
Volunteered to die because life *****.

A simulated reality that never stops.

I can
Sleep in peace
'Cause someone
Looks out for me
Takes care of me
I'm never on my own
Cause someone's
There to make me feel at home

Shimmering,
The light casts a shape into the darkness
Underneath
The moisture seeps, fluid trickles into every crevice
If the sky's no longer blue
And the grass shall lose its green
My love for you
Forever will be aquamarine

"Than fail to try,
Better to try and fail."
Death challenged my life,
But my life prevailed
It's a pain to live,
But it'll hurt them if I die
They tell me to give my all,
But why should I try

Crescents!
Show me your pearly whites
They might hurt your face
But, hey, that's alright
Just show 'em
Show 'em what you got
'Cause they'll be all that remain
When fleshes rot

A hue of three
We princes stand
A half, a child, and one a man

The prince of blue
Collected, calm and cold
Died to the red hue
So've we've been told

The citrian prince
Mind; heart of child
Pure innocence
Energies wild

Red prince, of passion and love
To self his own
A brethren fell at his shove
Thus becoming grown

The Land of Calm Calamities
Here now it lies an island
Call out its name, if you do same
It'll rise from the horizon

Upon a hill
The palace still
Watches upon its city

Three harpies sings
Blue prince on string
Left behind him royalty

The quietness prevails.
I'm trapped in, but want out of this jail.
Emotions or illusions?
Assumption or conclusion?
I am trying to focus;
My sanity, it doesn't hold up.
Remember what they told us:
Shut up, silence is golden