SunshineWhy won't this pain go away?When will the sunshine come my way?I feel the pain day in and day outwondering what brings it outthe sunshine never shines my waynow i have turned all worldly things awayin the end the only savior in my life is my mindbut for now i seem blindi think about the sunshine day in and day outwondering what brought it out
rejectOnce you have been neglectedby someoneYou start to rejecteveryoneOnce you have found your holeof darknessYou start to reject the wholeworld of happinessOnce you have started the firethis wayYou will feel the desireto run awayOnce you have put the bladeon your skinYou will have slayedthe monster with inOnce you have cut in deepfeeling the blood rushing outyou will go to sleepand be left with doubtOnce you have awakenin this placeyou will have provokedthe beast and end the race...Of Your Life.
hey mystery kidHey mystery kid whats your story?Why do you run is it away from something?Hey mystery kid whats your story?Do you hide from your life?Hey mystery kid whats your story?Is this a scary place that you must faceHey mystery kid whats am I your story?I run and I hide from this horrid place.Hey mystery kid, I'm you.
happinessMy world is full of hate,Your world is full of painWhy can't we both live in a world full of rainbows and ponies
question6Is life a reality of death or is death a reality of life?
the ghost on the wallLike a ghost on the wall,that feels the pain from them allI see everything,but can't do anythingI hang there shuddering in pain,watching the blood rainI hear the silent screams and crys,but I hang there wondering why can't someone release these tiesI feel like I'm in a noose because all I can do is hang,then I hear it, a gun goes off, it hurts my ears," Bang"Someone else is dead now, a soulless body shot down,why can't someone cut me downWait I hear a noise, is someone here,yes, but wait they've got the gun and I almost draw a tear"Bang" as the shot goes,"bang" as my life goesA ghost on the wall,stop wandering, but aren't we all
MeI'm sick of crying what about you,I'm tired of trying is debt even dueHey look they say, see her smiling,No one knows me because if they did they would know I'm really dying.
the screamI see the light flashes,I feel the lashesYou scream in fears,I scream in tearsI see my life fly away,I scream for you to go awayYou scream once more,and I will scream no more
trappedTRAPPEDI'm trapped with in a world in between,Fighting the darkness that surrounds me,Trying to find the light of the path,And then i feel my minds wrath,While memories cause me pain,Because in memories it always rains,You'll never find a way out,Because in memories the light never comes about,I'm trapped with in a world in between,Trapped, trapped inside my mind me and only me
SpeakingSpeakingFor a week, I've said nothing.Not madness, simply sheer stubbornness."Muleheaded," you mutter,"once you get an idea in your head..."Silence, snap. Without words, thingsbecome each other. A chairis a basket, your mouth isbaked fish, funeral meats.You try to feed meBut I don't want anything, anymore."Say something," you beg.But I have. "No""Not again."
Maybeis it possible?that everything will be right for me?But I can only hope for so long,before everything i've lived for is finally gone,this uncertainty makes me who I want to be,And now I live in the land of maybe,maybe.Is it feasible?Are all of the cards set out for me?Lifetimes trying to find myself,while trying my hardest not to get help,walking too fast in a world i cannot clearly see,I wish that everything is set out for me, just maybe,just maybe.Is it propable?Can everything sum out in the end?i'll calculate the solutions again and again,until my withered body fails me in the end,why couldn't I just try to leave?through neutral choices and that fucking world of maybe?Maybe?Can it be?Everything I always dreamed it to be?OH i will wait until my fantasies come true,and then there will be a great time for me and you,but until then, I just want to make sure and be free,that I don't come around to anymore trouble through life, maybe,maybe.Can you be?Everythin
Where Is The Light?Where is the light that you promised to me?!I thought it was clear that I needed you here!I feel so alone, so lost and confused...I'm stumbling blindly, don't know what to do!Where is the light that stopped all of my tears?I stay up all night 'cause I can't sleep with these fears...Where are you now that I'm falling apart?!You left nothing here but this hole in my heart!Where is the light when I need it the most..?Why did it leave and where did it go?What did I do to lose all that I've known...?How can I live when I've lost all my hope?!Maybe it's me who has misunderstood!If I could fix my mistakes then believe me I would!You're the piece of my heart that will make me complete!But I can't hold to your lies and deceit!I may look alive but I'm dying inside!Dealing with all of this pain that I hide!I wish that you couldve had the decency...To at least put me out of my misery!Where is the light when I need it so badly..?Why do I try to be
M.I.AI stopped - New York Squaremoved on.
Boom-Lag HighAlone with Bieber-boppers,pop-culture fanatics, tiny dirtholes, fandom-school classes and L.A I-5 traffic updates.All call out from beyondthe atomic clock fuggazis ofinspirational, speckled Gatorade. Chronophobic aroma sons, barracudas, Jesus, a hierarchy - complete apnea and anarchy!Boom-lag, generation X, acold suicide from the beehive,immortal dance parties, sun-upblock parades and some meat. Everyone, everything - all one,all crooning in obsolete vocal ties,whoring forward the belief systemof, "baptized-brainwashed-high."
Cinerary CruxCritical claims carry cautious concerns .Consoling crucial criteria -collapsed, canned, cocooned.Creeping casually, crouching constantly -crucifying caring communities;caressing children. Carrying cancer.Cracking counters cascading concepts.Calling candid candela -concealing cincture; cinerary crux.
Pill Bottle Quote"Narcotic bottlesneedle'd to the window.I see me, sinkingin pain islesthrough every anxiousvein drop.Dosed out, stretched outinside 1 wall of infinite capsules. There I sleep - drinking downa spiralof depressionover emotional nitroglycerinand eventuallyI'll turn numb."
Ghost in the MachineThere were daysMelissa measuredher happiness in brightness,when she would holdher hands over her eyesand the cracks of sunlight,like old paint on drywall,would shine throughto let her know exactlywho it was that held her.Who is it?And at that moment of recognitionMelissa felt…...she felt okay.More than photonsreflecting off of totem shells,humanity is conch-cradledin her dusk where light perceptionis limited to the moon, where blindis a swear word and an oathdependent on a circadianarcade: she is blindand going blinder.Lingering,she allows herself a curfewto blow out the lanternand sing without color for the first time. Melissa,you rely on a perfect balance—trusting the sunshine to smileon your bare arms at eight a.m.,two p.m., half-past six and ticking on,letting the moon comfort youas patchwork clouds shawl overmidnight's studded shoulders,leaving behind aspects of life:natural, mundane, mechanical,and self-made doub
delicious malevolenceLife isHorribly majesticsadistically sadist malevolently comforting excruciatingly loving such serendipitous existence both magnificentbutpointlessDeathPrefers to stay silent
Father Lied, My BrotherBeat me strong and abuse me right,Oh Father, who knows all I do not.Let me give my life to your cause,please! My body - yet your beliefs!Kneel to the throne, I seldom willReciting the oath, "Peace be Still,Life be Saved, and a rebuttal for all!"Watch, I will, as they drag him away -my own brother who spoke against them.He cried to me the anthem of their sin,"Piece of Steel, Life be raped, and a bullet for all; the lowly poor!""Please, place no faith in he who holdsthe gun to the head of a flawed childin the name of 'survival'! It is this manwho will stand alone, that shall be leadtowards the stock and barrel of Panama."I shall ponder, Oh Brother, on your wordsand if they reside till stead of night, in right,I leave myself to fight the side of rusted might.Instill the hope and light of unbiased plight.My eyes, my heart and my mindopen to all in vibrant shadesof sadness and of b
Swag Mandolincube up with credit cardsthe new dead language.
One More Mistake.With every word that I sayWith every smile I fakeEvery moment I liveI'm making one more mistake...All the tears that I've criedHave fallen unnoticedNo matter how hard I tryNobody will know this...Every friend that I've madeEverything I createWith every door that I openI'm making one more mistake...I hate what I've doneAnd this person that I've becomeI hate these scars on my wristIs there no ending to this...?With every beat of my heartWith every breath that I takeEvery day I wake upIs just another mistake...
soviet russiaRoses are red.Violets are blue.In Soviet Russia,Poem writes you.