I feel trapped inside my mind, and my body.
As if it does not belong to me, it is not mine.
I am stuck in a human body, filled with dreams, hopes and desires.
All kinds, hopes filled with happiness, dreams that turn to dust without being touched, and sinful and twisted desires that seem they will never be brought to this humans reality.

I feel like I'm throwing up invisible flowers,
Hanahaki Disease.

But because they're invisible to others and possibly even me,
I do not know if it was truly there or to be.
I'm infected with my depressing and constantly moving and changing thoughts, do I need drugs to fix my brain?

I want everything to stop this growing disease, this infection that has leaked into my brain and corrupting my thoughts.

Purity is a lie.
Sin is truth.
Life is meant to be on the edge.
Death is a sweet embrace we should take.
Falling from my bed, I feel like I want to go deeper into the ocean under our human world, and drown in the true reality, and to no longer suffocate from breathing in the waves of falsification.

I wish to see, the real me.
What everyone else sees to be me,
but I do not even know myself?
I wish to be seduced into something true and beautiful,
I wish to not be fed lies that the world persist to be the truth.

I wish to go to my salvation.
*I'm A Sick Girl.

What good is living in a castle
when it's made of glass?
I'm alone inside,
I chase ghosts and memories.
I look out at the kingdom
So free and pure
Yet in here any stone thrown
My castle tumbles down.

That's what it feels like in my skin
My castle made of glass is my heart
I see everyone happy and full
Yet everyone sees right through me
I'm so fragile,
No one dares to enter
So I sit alone and empty.

I want you to notice when I'm not around.
Would it take for me to **** myself
Or to scream till you can't hear sound?
I'm lost,
inching closer to the edge of the abyss,
where insanity lingers,
escaping this crisis.
My loyatly to love has been betrayed
Emotions set aside,
feelings have been frayed.
Torched agony
With sinful tears
These winged serpents carry me though life
Alone I'll be for many years.

In the shadow
There she lies
Waiting for superman to save her life
But she doesn't want be saved
Thinking she owes her life to
He, who abuses her
He, who just uses her
He, who claims to love her
But treats her like an object
She's not strong enough to be on her own
But a choice has to be made
Die under his rule
Or seek freedom from her oppressor ?

There are days where the tree is full of roses,
Blooming in colour, right under our noses.

Everybody stops to admire its beauty,
Sweet and comforting like a hot cup of fruit tea.

As the days roll by the petals start falling,
One by one, you don’t realise the warning.

Deep in its winter, it’s no longer the same,
The tree is bare, was this caused by the rain?

Nobody stares and they just walk on by,
It is no longer radiant like a butterfly.

But the tree is still beautiful deep in its roots,
Just no longer wearing its birthday suite.

The tree stays calm and welcomes this time,
Just like we shut down at bedtime.

Before you loose faith and think it’s all over,
Stop for a moment and look a bit closer.

Slowly you’ll see the tree starts to green,
Day by day, like a non-stop machine.

Until again it shows off its wonder,
Teaching us to never be scared of the thunder.