Saturday, January 28, 2006

It's Not Fun When You're Burning

"I am the master of everything that is and all that will ever be. Concern yourself with nothing else for I am all you need."


Paint yourself out of my lifes final portrait.
Cut your self out of my hearts final beat.
Hating me now only makes me grow stronger.
Loving me then has led to my defeat.
Down but not out everyday i stand taller.
Float through the masses you all pass me by.
Shadows will fade in and out growing smaller.
Nothing should matter to those who will die.
But if you try harder you'll live on forever.
The crooked path isn't so lonely it seems.
If you would just step out of everyones shadow
your world would be more than a landfill of dreams.
Meaningless, hopelessness, emptiness kills.
Pray for redemption with every last pill.
One to be beautiful; One for strong will.
When your numb you can't feel that you grow weaker still.
So you turn to religion and pray eveyday.
Razorblades, plastic surgery, drugs, a quick lay,
anything to forget you're alive and still mortal.
But you'll die if you can't learn to let it all fade.
Slip away from the lies about who you should be.
Who are we if we can't tell ourselves what to see
in the eyes of beauty? How to live, how to learn,
make mistakes, crash and burn, love your life.
Because only you make it worth living
before it's taken by those you've forgiven.
© 2006

Thursday, January 26, 2006

Memories Crawl

Current mood: lonely
Category: Writing and Poetry

Do you ever thing of me?
Late at night as you cry yourself to sleep.
Do you ever wonder if I still care?
Do you ever think of how we used to be together?
Do you ever think of how I was always
There for you I loved and cared for you
Was it true or was it just another chance
To hell with this romance without a second glance
'Cause I can't just come crawling back to you.
© 2006

Saturday, January 21, 2006

The Mirror

Look into the mirror.
Tell me what you see.
Reflections of a girl I knew
that I don't want to be.
For evey pain she feels inside
they make her take a pill.
"One day you'll just go numb
and give them looks that kill"

But looks will kill her.
Looks will end it.
Looks will stop the world.
Looking in the mirror now
I see a little girl.
Sitting in the corner dead.
Blood soaked dress.
Bashed in head.
Rope in hand.
Knife in chest.
Finally finding peace and rest.
No diseases, no more lies.
No false hope, it's time to die.

So look into the mirror.
Tell me what you see.
Reflections of a girl I knew
that I don't want to be.
Tired of being numbed by meds
to take the pain away.
She runs from the world to lose herself
there's no one to make her stay.

I never thought I'd see the day
I'd have to watch her fall
I tried to hold her up today.
With every tear she melts away.
She drizzles further down the drain.
Is it from all the pain or maybe
it's 'cause he won't call.
© 2006

Thursday, January 19, 2006

He Who's Name It Hurts to Say.

He who's name it hurts to say
cut my heart out yes you may.
Tell me what I want to hear
of memories lost in every tear.
Make it count with every word.
Stab me with the lies you've heard.
Say I'm beautiful to you.
Say you love me swear you do.
Why can't you lie to me now?
Make me understand just how
it fell apart so beautifully.
© 2006

Monday, January 16, 2006

"One day... I promise"

Wake up from sinful slumber.
Wake up to a world of pain.
Move and you're torn assunder,
Be still and you die in vain.
"Calm down and we'll make it all better"
Stop fighting and it takes you away.
Your parents, they did this together.
Your body is making you pay.
A needle, fight pain with pain.
Shoot up, it's so easy, give in.
It'll stop you from going insane
from a game that won't let you win.
You drop down, you can't feel a thing.
You're high on a maniacs dream.
Both body and mind on a swing
You lose all control so it seems.
And they're asking you too many questions
so you tell them the truth in small lies.
Making only a few small suggestions
So they'll tell you that to your "surprise"
You are going upstairs to spend the night
But you get your own room, so it's ok, right?
© 2006