Somehow feelings have become cheap
Go to the grocery store
Aisle number six
Sadness is half off
Happiness is two-for-one
Hatred is ninety-five cents
And love became priceless
Genuine feelings are scarce
Eyedrops are used as tears
Scripts are used for dates
The human population of beating hearts
Are now extinct
The earth is home
To bags of flesh
And stone hearts

They said the earth was round
And bad girls drown
That as darkness spreads
All roads end
They kept us naive
The people are deceived
These tiny little lies
Those hidden spies
Crawl into our ear
And spread to those near

Icicles come shooting
Up out of the snow
As daggers of crystal
Pierce my skin
I cower in the corner
With the cold crawling
Hail bounces off
The heat is retreating
The sun had given up
The day is getting old
And my will is getting weaker
The frost has reach me
It is eating up my legs and hands
At last it has come
My heart is a frozen ice cube
I now am imbedded
In a glasier cage

I never ask
I am glad to give
"Pushover Girl"
You reach, hands out
As I place your desires in them
Never to see them again
You have everything you wanted
What more is there to ask?
I duck-tape your mouth
And walk away
For there is one thing left
Worn and withered
From distrustful men
My heart now locked safe
Will never be opened again
I will be selfish and say
"No"

The pretty perfect girl
Appealing to see
Funny personality
A+ Grades to boot
Smiling from eye to eye
Stands out in every crowd
If she is the light
I am the shadow
Follows, the silent
Avoids, the cowardly
Invisible, the lonely
Forget, the bland
Quiet, the ignored
If there is a light
A shadow will follow
Someone show me the
Light, please.

They say I have horns
And that I hide a tail
That my teeth are sharp
And can bite though flesh
There are many rumors
Surrounding me
That I eat ears for lunch
And hearts for dinner
That I cheat on every test
And get first on every exam
The losers whisper in the corner
Just because they can't do better
The rumors are chained to me
They are the first thing people hear
And the first thing they think
When they see me
I am more then these rumors
But my words get turned
And form into arrows pointed at me

The strings pull
My hand raises
My legs move
Someone is controlling
The Puppet Master
Behind the scenes
The show we put on
The Devil in the audience
Enjoying the discomfort
In our movements
Everyone laughs
At the dances that were done
But we are all puppets
In the show God created