every little piece of me
is dying unconditionally
hoping you'll come back to me
waiting oh so patiently
i feel this way mistakenly
you're not who you used to be
so wrap your serpent tongue
around my words again
and twist them to fit
your narrative
of how you aren't wrong
this time i'll bite my tongue
before you twist my words
you were made this way
and now i see you
for who you are
i only wanted to be
loved by you
and now i wish
i never had love
from anyone
after what
you've done
i have to stop punishing
myself for the mistakes
that you made
i have to stop punishing
myself
i'll watch you come
undone
and watch you
unravel
as if i've
be
God called in sick today,
and the sky is dancing.
People walked hand in hand
singing in tune with the damned.
Running without stories
‘this is what tragedy feels like’
dead is the new alive
but misery loves company.
Racing with the devil
one doesn't dare stop against
the lord of the damned
he laughs against the concrete.
Can one play with madness
as they dance on clouds of mind?
Heavens a lie when butterflies are flying in hurricanes
And God takes a day off.
Wasted time throwing rocks at stars
souls refuse their eternal rest
they drink a cup of galaxy for breakfast
hymn of the shameless.
Obsession is an ugly word.
When d
I have been trying to sleep
come on, here we go
my thoughts are running deep
and they just grow and grow
I have been trying to love
come on, here we go
this depression fits me like a glove
this emptiness is filled by woe
I have been trying to see
come on, here we go
my blindness fills me
I used to be able to, long ago
I have been trying to escape
come on, here we go
I can still see the gap
where I tried, long ago
I have been trying to walk
come on, here we go
but, somehow, I am still in shock
but, it does not surprise me, to some degree
I have been trying to find myself
come on, here we go
somewhere, I am on a shelf
I just want to be fre
There sits the girl with the things in her eyes
Monsters, destruction, and sweet butterflies
Hopscotch and daisies, surrounded by screams
Beautiful dresses now torn at the seams
Crayons and paintbrushes, villains and grins
Young, gladsome innocence, hatred and sins
Little red houses on roads left to fade
Gorgeous moonlight shining off of the blade
Blood pouring out as she cries her own name
Knowing she's forced to take each bit of blame
She could have stopped it and left it behind
All of these things in her troubled young mind
She could have saved them if she dared to try
Rather, though, she left herself there to die.
Now, others watch as she
Standing in the roaring desert,
I peer down into a pit,
and in this dark, gloomy abyss
I see something that doesn't quite fit.
I see the edge of the abyss as
I fall into the blindness.
I do not know has come over me,
but surely it isn't for my interest.
As I fall through the ages,
I notice the peculiar sights and sounds
that follow me down
and the darkness within the images.
Yet I finally see a light,
so beautiful, magnificent, and bright.
I feel a pull of the hand on my shoulder
and I am drawn towards the light.
Suddenly I find myself in an oasis
with no other souls around.
I ponder why this must be,
only to make myself bu
Walk me across the empty floor,
Where the audience can't wait to see my face.
The curtains lift, the lights ask for more,
And soon I begin to dance from place to place.
I can't turn my head to look at you,
But I know how your fingers dance as they control my hips.
I glance over at you and there's nothing new,
Just that same smile that grows on your lips.
As the performance progresses,
The audience continues to stare
At me, the little girl who regresses
Into a doll, so fair.
I take a bow
To end the show.
Roars come up from the crowd
As the curtains close in flow.
I walk silently into my room,
And you compliment how we performe