Run run run
Run away if you can
Stay stay stay
You've never done
You're the one with the trigger
But I'm at the end of the gun

Put myself in your line of fire
I want to bleed
Have you cut me so I blame you
I've sown my seed
Now you are the reaper
(Though it's my greed...)

Life tricks you into thinking it's beautiful

Old and frayed are those sleeves.
From the many tricks
that have been worn upon,
and then
washed from them.

They have seen better days,
And have lost their vibrance
From careless machine washes.
But there could be a few more
Hearts left up those sleeves.

What a pleasant joke
Your scent upon my sheets.
It's like a shadow ghost
Playing tricks on my morning mind.

my minds a magician
playing tricks on my feels
saying one thing but not knowing the outcome it'll leave on me
making me think that the good is the bad
that the bad is good
that the things that make me hurt will be the reason i become happy
that friends are my enemies
and family members are only people who have to put up with you
trust is only someone wanting to get information about you so they can use it against you in the future
love is a poison slipped into your life slowly but kills you in the end
that good things are the reason there are bad things
and if i am never happy i can never be sad
my mind plays a torture game similar to the plot of saw
making me choose fast painless death or a long suffer to stay alive

You keep saying how you want me
But you stay with her
How you don't trust her
And how you trust me

You keep saying you'll feed my addictions
But can't you see
My addiction now is you

You keeping saying how I shouldn't put myself down
But here you are slicing yourself open

"You're so perfect."
"I'll never leave you"
"No matter what I'm here for you."
They all said the same thing
But where are they now?
Nowhere to be ******* seen

All these white lies
And small tricks
Are driving me insane
Wrapping me around your finger
Tighter and tighter then before
The noose wraps around my heart
And slowly chokes out the life in me

o.g.

shiva tears touch the ground to make a tree. Jesus touches water to make it holy wine. You ask for a miracles from me. I say pick a card . Let's play a guessing game. I hope to amuse you with my pity tricks .

(L)ick my muse
(E)at it all
(T)ry not to let a drop fall
(S)uck my juice, **** it all

(M)oan and scream
(I)t's all i need
(S)ubmissive is what you'll be
(B)e patient your time will come
(E)rotic games are to be done
(H)ardcore is my only way
(A)fter that it's your turn to play
(V)iolently, softly? it's up to you
(E)nding the night exploding on you

Words Of Harfouchism

Satan
handed each child a blindfold

"Take it"
he whispered.
(it is a prison)

"But what is it?"
they asked.

"It is anything you want it to be,"
he answered.
"It creates darkness,
and darkness
is the absence of light.
it is the absence of truth.

and you can fill that void with anything you want to see."

(but only in your own mind)