Fill your lungs with air, they say
These black fireworks are getting closer
Crawl around, it's fun, they say
The slower I move, the deader the knot gets
You're dizzy, shadowed, they say
Apple after apple, only glowing poison

You'll see, you'll see
You'll want to someday
But all I want is out.

We are going to town
With confettis in our eyes
And venture a glorysome fervent party
We wreak havoc on
Soft ground and beguile
Butterflies and bees
And we drink nectar
In garderns straight out from flowers

The gardeners will be mad
But who are they to stop us?

They can't take the happy
We coddled in our bellies
Along with our whiskey
And denial.
Along with our dreams
Digesting, fermenting
In boiling loathing

i promise i don't want to get back with you but at the same time i want to talk to you, to hear you and to spend my time with you. is that alright? or do i sound in love? the scary part is that i don't want to love someone who's going to break me again

His core is filled with the collapse
Does he truly love himself?
Something he did not give to himself,
He expects others to give it to him;
When someone tries to approach him,
What does he do? He get-away!
When he believes that he is incapable of being loved,
He always seeks clues to convince,
Himself that he can not be loved.
To relinquish something you believed for so long;
It is a demanding and complicating matter.

Tonight, I'm going to leave everything on the line
Tonight, I'll be alone again or you'll be mine.
Tonight, I'm facing all my fears.
Regret, loneliness, denial, shame
But that's what you have to risk if you want to play the games of life and love

Dear anger, frustration, denial, and fear,
I don't want you near.
You weighed me down like a lead balloon,
So I'm letting you go to find a new home far away, like the moon.

Nothing hurts more than being neglected by the ones you thought would stay with you in your worst days
Nothing hurts more than being betrayed by the one you thought would take a bullet for you
Nothing hurt more than being rejected by the ones you thought would accept you for whom you really are.
Sometimes we give too much to those who have nothing to give back in return
Sometimes we sacrifice all that we have to people who hardly care about us
Sometimes we love people who wouldn't try to love us back

In the stroke of the midnight hour,
From the depth of my heart i felt;
Kindle not a fire you cannot quench,
It is easier to raise the devil than to lay him;
If pouring oil on the fire doesn't quench it,
Then let bygones be bygones.

Still i feel it now,
Necessity and opportunity may make a coward vialant.
Pardoning one offence will encourage many,
Mercy to the devil is cruelty to the people;
Pardoning the bad is injuring the good,
We are not here to think of offenders.
Seldomly seen, soon forgotten, is the society,
But it's better to be a has-been than a never never-was!

I looked, before i leaped,
The resolved mind has no cares;
Bold resolutions is The favourite of providence,
So now it's the time!

They should be punished with no mercy,
For their sins and cruelty.
They are the who,
Once talked of, now forgotten!
Behind whose smiles daggers were hidden,
And whose blood couldn't be washed with blood!
The plunders,
The massacres,
The murders,
The screams;
They are supposed to be gone,
And not forgotten!

Black will take no other hue,
So does white!

Everything is ok.
Each deft stroke,
Each ruby bead
Dropped off a ****,
Each strike of lightning,
Or each flaming kiss.

It’s all ok.
Nothing is wrong with this.
Don’t tell me otherwise.