the 'decree' of life, which i cannot breach,
tell me how to keep myself away from your reach.

You cannot save me from my own confessions,
all this sadness is making me Despair's possession

I know eventually I'll mess up and leave
because I'm bound to misery, and sorrow is what I heave

all the things I have learnt, and can't teach,
I'll pass them to you, and believe you'd preach

but don't let my words put you in a trance
don't forget I have a mask, 'cause all they need is just a chance

Ah, raise the flames now, shape the world and slice through fate, Before we, alike flowers rise and fall through life's misery,
Dream on, take a hold of my hand and fly!
The view from the balcony is more breath taking if you were to be standing in front of me, with your gentle eyes, your soft smile,
The skyline, before a soothing sunset, became a stained memory,
Ah, beyond the mansion of crystal starlight, in the nights glory lies misery within the darkness of our recurring scars, but does it matter?
Let's not focus on what's sealed in the filth of our hearts, I want to build a life with you here, in this dream of a pandaemonium,
Grab ahold of my heart and seek the answer, sought out at this world's very end, here where dimensions begin to overlap.
I desire to manifest, is the love to save it all, before we disappear
Ah, lean on me my dear devil's angel and do not let go!
Raise the flames, I'll shape our dreamworld,
And tie our fates.

~ Umi

Who carries enough weight already
Shoulders taught, bowing backs under
The extent that is already carried
Strength born from what was torn asunder

That the burden we all place
From misguided necessity
Would hardly disrupt their pace
Sheltered from all uncertainty

A true hero, to save us from ourselves
To walk their fragile line, keeping us afloat
Lest we drown somehow, in our own murk
Shifting, grounding

Shouting out our names
From somewhere behind us
Furthering our doubt
While always reassuring
Keeping us in place
Granting us our freedom
To ignore what we came from
Picking up our broken remnants

Engorging always
To feed a toxic ego
Reaching out ahead
Affixing our alluring
Goal, so we would miss
How it's come to be
What we would achieve
If given half a chance

I guess we'd be indignant
Should we shoulder burdens
Similar in scope
To struggle with the truth

Internalize the world
How it is, not how we'd like it to be
Or how it's been perceived for us

Is there something you believe in?
Is there anything you think is verity?
How does this world treat your dreams,
When you face the ash and terror of reality

Lustful, greedy, hatred souls,
Millions of them, trying to reach their own goals,
They’ll put all others into dirt
And sell their own mothers for a piece of sparkling ****

Would you’ve really wanted to be born again,
Into this world of horror and demonic pain,
Seems that God has long ago forsaken this cell
And Satan rules in his newly born Hell

Would you really want to live in this agony and misery,
When you learn that nothing is an axiom, a verity,
No morality’s left and none follows
In the future light of the suicidal merrows

Come touch my soul
Cut me open
Break my ribs with your bare hands
Pure strength
Hold my heart
Feel it pulsing, beating, in your hands
Feel the blood trickle past your fingers
Do you like the way my eyes stare up at you?
My blue and lifeless eyes
The windows into my mind
Do you feel better now?
You finally have all my heart
But look what you had to do
Keep it forever
Leave me here to rot
Leave me here to become one with the earth
I dont need my heart anymore.
I hope you’re satisfied with me now
I’m the perfect dead girl
I’m your perfect dead girl

I see you sitting there face still
Stress peeking out from behind those grey eyes their suffering ever so real
I wish I could tell you it gets better but I wouldn't want you to call me a liar
Despair drowns out all hope as frustration takes away your ability to cope
It hurts to see you there asking to know why asking if someone's there as your ready to cry
Pleading with the demons inside your mind that keep telling you your fine
That you still have plenty of time
Their lies holding you blind taking away all that kept you tied
Trapped inside this place
Still your sitting there straight face
Heart seemingly broken when your feeling love is missing fighting depressive thinking
Wishing and dreaming of something other then this thing the keeps on breaking
Apart from those who are suppose to love you unconditionally saving you from the misery that's desperately angry and constantly feeding into every lie deliberately
All to have you despite the lines it might cross
Maybe the reason you believe to be alone and lost
The cost of using this pens point to describe the shattered mirror sought so please don't get lost in your suicide thoughts
Thats not what a better life really shud cost so take that knife an keep it soft when you drag the blade across
I promise sooner than later the hurt will stop