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The Weary SoulsThe Weary Souls
The weary souls, the wretched souls, listen to them speak.
The tales they tell of far and beyond, all stories told to keep.
Hear their whispers of forgotten times, some old and beyond, some new.
Mentioned first, never mentioned last, for they always speak of you.
Unloved AngelUnloved angel, whom I must say indeed, you look quite ethereal, though you are considered a weed.
A weed with divine power, and the ability to outthink, you can simply make the flowers wilt and shrink.
A weed with truly hypnotic eyes, that glare and pierce the dead who rise.
Creating truths that cannot be lied, how you kill so many who are frightened inside.
Painting stories and crushing all, watch them run, watch them fall.
And here you are, chained to your sins, farewell dear one, rest well within.
FarewellCrackle, crackle, watch my bones break.
Watch my eyes melt, and heart slowly shake.
See my skin peel from my face, for now begins the endless race.
The race with death, the one I won't win.
For I am too weak, too brittle and thin.
Say farewell for me, to no one I ask.
Except for the one behind the mask.
The Lost HomeWelcome to the lost home, where all live inside.
Lost and found, some see you now, some try to hide.
On the walls we keep their secrets, bottled up in jars of mystery.
But now you see us, now you don't, it's all simplistic history.
Come into Room Eleven, where we keep the lost and found.
Walls built of children, see them squirm, they had not one chance, not one single turn.
Will you forgive them, give them time?
Or will you make them ours, maybe even mine?
No, you won't, you'll leave them behind, just like you did when they were yours, not mine.
Remove yourself from the past, save the grief you've caused me, at last.
Please go away and save your blabber, it can be mentioned during another case.
I ask you kindly to stab your own throat, for your words mean nothing if said out of place.
Admit your failures, admit your faults, you existence annoys me and I'm through with your soul.
Such heartless creatures, who learn to lie.
They do not care if you happen to die.
Only focusing on what they like best, they either forget or shun the rest.
They disgust us, they do, with their pathetic souls.
As a matter of fact their souls have left, and all that remains is a simple brain.
A brain that allows them to simply stain.
Stain the planets who were deemed sane.
Alas, the race shall hopefully fall, for nothing lasts forever, nothing at all.
Please (Don't) Hate MeIf I told you a lie
But it made you smile
Would it still be a sin?
If I opened the door
But turned you away
Would you still come in?
If I sliced my skin
But it didn't hurt
Would it still be wrong?
If I acted all brave
But couldn't face it
Would I still be strong?
If I tied my noose
Around a tree's open arms
Would it be an embrace?
If I left tonight
And begged you stay
Would you still give chase?
If I committed sin
But hurt nobody
Would I be welcome above?
If I do something you hate
But only for your good
Could it still be true love?
My last angelI'll confess...I'm not Strong
I breakdown every time I hear our song.
And I know that I was wrong
I couldn't prove to them that we Belong
That I fucked up...I'm a Mess
There's no words that could help me express
That this heart's filled with distress
But what can I do..If I no longer have you
Even if I beg to your god..the past isn't something that I can Undo
And I wish, from the start...that I knew
That I was a sky....that was loosing its blue
Who would have known that I'd be so empty.
that there was so many things that could easily tempt me
think back to what was wrong with us..I'm sure you'll think of Plenty
I don't believe in god...but I know you're the last angel that he'll send me
A Monster's Plea for MercyYou're too close
Too close for comfort
I don't need your help
Stay way from me
I'll only hurt you
Not just once
But many times
Til' you feel broken
Just like me
Leave me alone
Leave me alone
I can't stop
In the end
I'll kill you
Slowly and painfully
I don't want to
To hurt all of you
Like I hurt myself
But I want to stop
Though I really can't
Make it stop
Make it stop....
A Letter to GodDear God
I'm looking at the sky....and I wonder if you're there
I'm tired..lost..completely broken...and I wonder if you care
I'll admit....I've always doubted if you're real
But I'm here praying to the heavens....you can take away the pain I feel
But..its not just me..I see suffering everywhere
People who just dream of dying..who wish that you'd be there
And these people are so nice...they're like Angels from the earth
But everyday they hurt so much..they wish their parents had never given birth
See God, that I just can't understand
Where are you when all these people need a helping hand
Everywhere.I see..just the good people getting hurt
Everyday asking for a grave...for their hearts are already buried in the dirt
And the people filled with greed....why do they succeed
When all these angels hurt themselves...watching themselves bleed
I'll be here....everyday.. praying to you, God
Hoping that you'll help the angels...from being buried in the sod
And even though I'm not an angel..I hop
Alone I BreakI need to wake up
I've been oblivious for too long
Just open my eyes
Though all along
I've known that I was wrong
I pushed everyone away
Wouldn't open up to anyone
I'm so broken up inside
I can't keep acting like I'm strong
When did I become addicted
To punishing myself
Purposely contracting sickness
So I can ruin my health
Then make myself believe
That its the fault of someone else
But I've known all along
I built this hell for myself
Is this what I want
To die all alone
Bathed in this darkness
Feeling cold to the bone
Its easy to picture my death
Maybe I've just always known
I'll die on my own
With my sins left unatoned
Missing YouSince I woke up today
I've been struggling to breathe.
Choking on your name
Asking you not to leave.
It happened again,
I saw you in my dream.
I'm still trying to catch my breath
Trying not to scream.
I need to wipe these tears
I need to blur your face.
Force this heart back into gear,
make it regain its normal pace.
So I'll go get my pills
And I'll bring out the liquor.
Keep on lying to myself
Saying "today I really don't miss her".
But I'm haunted.
Can't get you off my head.
I wish that I would die,
For you to be the one suffering instead.
Why did we fight that night?
How could I let you drive away?
If i knew that you'd been drinking
I should have forced you to stay
is the anniversary of your death.
I've been trying not to think of you,
But I'm crying, still short of breath.
I take out my wallet
Where I still hold your picture.
Wondering if I'll meet you soon
Thanks to this pill and liquor mixture.
But I feel nothing
I've been drinking this all morning
My heart still hasn'
Cupid's RevengeWhats with me?....I just can't get rid of this frown
And this sorrow keeps swimming in this liquor...and it just wont seem to drown
Proclaimed to be the King of this game...but I've seem to of lost my crown
Because every time I decide to give "Love" another shot..I keep getting shot down
Maybe Cupid is mad for all the hearts that I've Broken
Maybe his wrath is What I have awoken
Well It seems that his goal is to make sure that my heart becomes shattered
And make sure that all the pieces are scattered
Maybe that's why He wont let me have any girl that to this heart actually mattered
The one girl that I love is becoming estranged
And I'm sure it must be all because of Cupid's Revenge
Making our story be like Romeo and Juliet..must be his way to avenge
To give me a perfect girl..who easily takes away my breath
Just to realize..I can only have her..If we have a tragic death
Somewhere I BelongI know there's a place somewhere for me
And one day that's where I'm meant to be
So I'm searching for life's lyrics to sing along
All I want is to feel that I Belong
I'm hoping that this is just a phase.
I just can't seem to find my place.
And I'm tired of feeling so alone.
With no place that I can call my home.
Looking in every direction, searching up and down.
No matter where I look the real Me is not around.
I keep ending up alone at every single dead end.
I'm feeling lost and I just need a friend.
But I have no friends, no one around.
All alone, in this sadness, I will drown.
How did I become my worst enemy?
And made no place acceptable for me.
Putting on many different masks to find me.
But in the end Who will I be?
Being an actress can be hard sometimes.
I just need a face that's mine.
I feel like scum
Is this who I'll become?
Is this really who I'll be?
Can I be saved from being me?
Maybe for now I can pretend
To feel alive, to be their friend
And maybe one Day I'll be accepted
Backstabbing LoveI woke up in the middle of the night,
I was alone, moved searching for the light.
I grabbed my phone and had the screen shining
Bright. Then I noticed a note in the form of a text,
saying that you'd left to get back with your Ex.
What happened next I can't recall except I
Threw my phone against the wall. It
Shattered like you shattered my heart,
Now I'm alone, alone in the dark.
Turned my hand to a fist and started
Punching the floor and though I felt
The bones breaking, I kept punching it more.
Because nothing hurts more then this
Heart you just tore. How dare you just
Leave and go back to him, is this how you
Repay me, leaving like that in a whim?
You have questions I just have one answer,
You could have treated me better. After awhile
The loving embrace took its toll, I felt like you
Left me cold. So I sold my key. Let me be, I'll
just leave you with my memory.
But don't you forget everything that he did.
Yeah I know you'll regret It and wind up
feeling stupid. Did you suddenly forg
The EndDig your nails into your skin, feel their harshness crawl within.
Scratch and tear the flesh apart, for here begins a fresh new start.
See the pink, the red, and the blue, grab a knife, you know what to do.
Remove the organs, hear the tears, scream and wail for further repairs.
And now you're down to your heart, tear it out to end and restart.
HomesickI am the river's son,
my arteries flowing turquoise
and turning to rapids
rushing around my frame,
filling me with this sense
of buoyancy, minnows
tickling my sternum.
I am the river's son.
My palms caress each
silty shoreline, every
battered bank and bend,
and these places I know
so well become me
as my fingerprint,
even the bridge above me
inflamed by the afternoon
sun-glow, burning rusty and
the steel blue sky.
I am the river's son;
I bring my home along
like hermit crab,
where I step
I pull water from the earth.
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