I can hear the drumming of a thousand men.
Though I can't place where or when.
They're beneath me, on the earth that is coming fast.
There is a deep baritone humming
that is actually quite becoming.
Maybe this world won't be so bad.
Here it comes, but why do I feel so sad?

Wait, no, why am I beneath the crust?
I want to go back up, these people here I don't trust.
I am still falling, ******* it, it's too hot.
Why God? Why do you did you turn my heaven to hell?
Looks like the only one I couldn't trust
was you.

I will win in the end.
Even if i must make every being bend
so they can kneel to my whims and rules.
For you have wronged me
and I will welcome those who have wronged you.

Twinkle, twinkle little star
Why are you so very far?
The brightest one in the sky,
Don't leave me and say goodbye!
The people here are oh so fake,
they make my insides hurt and ache.

Twinkle, twinkle little star
my lungs are filling up with tar
I always feel as though I'll cry,
This mask can really help me lie
when can I get a break,
they all just seem to take and take.

Twinkle, twinkle little star,
this mask is just one big scar.

The river continues to flow,
it's banks crying even though,
the water isn't in control
and no one can console
tears that fall on deaf ears.

I wish that you could know,
that once I was able to glow,
but you left and now my soul,
feels like a lump of coal.
Oh!, how I wish that you were near.

How I hate the waiting game!
It is just such a pain,
Being forced to be tame
for these people who are plain.

These seeds I've planted better bloom
but a winter freeze seems to loom,
right over my head.
Am I better off dead?
Hell no, I am not weak,
and nor am I meek.
So, for now, here I will stay,
Till my turn is at play.

I wish I was a hearbreaker.
Then My heart would be less likely to break.

If I were to die today,
I know what people will say
"She was this," and "She was that,"
But, I hope they're as cold as ice
because I was nothing but nice
to those who i felt derserved
to be in my mind forever preserved

but to get that high is quite hard
for the doors and windows are barred
and i'm curious to see as to who
you will see crying in a church pew
those that shed tears you'll know are lying
and the ones who are real will sit there defying
what they know there supposed to do
simply because i asked them to

-the not so dead girl