Through Stuggle

When the earth screams and all else fails, you'll be in a moment until we become concious. The suffereing will be prolonged, unflolding more than ever. Tormented again, all hope was lost in the fire. As the collisions hit from repeating yesterday, losing sight will sing it's fate. It breathes for you. Forever in your eyes, I will see the memories I have failed to lost, and forced me to die. All the times I have cried, is wasted things inside. I will mask my feelings, for them to be lost and lonely nights will be frightened. Once I made my choice, the days will be harder. I have a ghost of past failures that I will hold forever, I'm a slave in my own mind. Lost and tired, stuggling to find my utopia, where there will finally be a breath of fresh air.

They said it's suicide, she's trapped inside her mind. I said I'm sorry, there's nothing I can do. It keeps drawing from within me, it's something I would never do. It's my revenge on the world, everybody's gotta learn sometime. I thought you would laugh, but nothing prepared me for this. She looks so peaceful now, shes like a doll somehow. All my demons and December dreams fall no more in the eyes of a ghost. You never keep quite, it's just what we do. I don't look down to you, in the curtains of the night phantasmagoria. There's death's embrace, and chaos without prophecy. You whispered to me, the words that kill.

The Pain Of Seperation

I taught the killing game first. Out of control, darker rooms lit, full of choice. Change the toys into tools. Awaken, locked inside, I saw him standing there, forcing light tears.
Scratchy throat, passing words there were no widows, exposed. Don't want to be tortured anymore, wake up time. There is a place that still remains. The storm of thorns are growing, chaos closed my jaw, it's like metal riot. Can you see the madness, theres tons of poetry. I hate the smell darkness, now the world is closing in. I hate my life.

Atrocious things are taking place. I'm more that just a little curious. The pulse runs through your body. To the dead. The cycle of revelations slip through your mind. It's easy.
The phantom of stranger said. He said. Do it, he said. You may say it scares you. Would you like it if I bestowed this bloodcurdling demon upon you, to be insubstantial to? You're decrepit to him. Fear, you'd live in fear like I. You want to know so much, but you're not even listening.
Constantly confining yourself, feeling restricted within reason. Seeing... sstonishing things, you'll never see, choose. Hypnotizing realms chasing you, when all you want is to be alone. Live in choice, never choosing, you don't know which is right, what will happen, what tomarrow will bring. Sudden spheres of light burst through my eye sockets, screams slowly fade in the back of my head, dizziness overcomes me, like always. I try to hide it, I do well.

So glad to see you.

Meaning In Tragedy

I write my woes, what's tomarrow? I traced your face, only to regret the way I made your fate mine. I'm dishonest and gray, and I cry when angels deserve to die with their apprehensive suicide. I don't need to lie, I'm all out of faith and the perfect sky is tall. I might feel enought pain to force fate. I wash away your sorrow with my tears, as I twist the knife into my acheing heart. When second thoughts of forgivness come through, it doesn't matter what I do. The soul is lovely in the midst of others, but it's dark before dawn and light never shadows.