Look Up at the Starslook up at the starssurrounded by each othera blanket of darkness lets them shinelook up at the starsI am aloneThey are like me, but I, not like themBecause I am aloneIn a world full of strangersI am aloneIn this land full of dangersandno one to catch me when I fall.
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2. complicatedfrom copper wires, we are twisted pinkies andempty passageways ofstained glass and weighed-down bricks,and spring glory and summer windowswe are deserts,and forestsbound by the gravity of your galaxy eyes.we arecomplicated,we are beautiful.and anonymous,we are silent.and laughter will be joyful when wesee our reflections blended in the pond with duckweed and clear blue bloodwe are parted lips of salted ocean breezesand treacherous as onebut nothing without the otherit's complicated.
Too LateJar infused with rotten memoriesHidden in the dusty attic of her mindKilling withthe sickness of tomorrow and yesterday and snakesup on her when she is unaware of these ghosts that shecan't break with that rusted broken sword of hopetaken away and never given backonce innocenta blank piece of paperShaped by the no one who has been there for her all her life, her once-been origami splendor torn to pieces by the no place she has lived inJust a life too late
am ibreathingthe darknesslurking in the blinding sunshineit is destroying me.i amdelusional in a different kind of wayneed everything i lostsay somethingpleasehelp me throughit's so beautiful up here but i am too scared to fallfor youare you still listeningcan you still hear me from your grave(wilted roses at the floor ourhaunted ocean ballroom)i have fallen too late.
Amaranthine and wilting dahlias.Darling, your doe-eyed belladonna is a soon-to-benameless.1000 paper cranes but she'll never reach the moon. (One, two, three, four, five she's gone and breathe no more)would be beautiful but there areCrumbling roses carved into hermoonskinI say this as a statement, not a question, thatshe buried your dahlias into her tangled heartstringsAnd she'll fall on the trail of stars to heaven,won't come home tonight.
kissing the sky.All I hear is your voice, half lost in the pouring rainI used to run with you, laughing, tasting the delicious dewdrops on my tongueAnd do you remember those days, back when we were beautifulBefore the storms came, and the snow buried our footprints.We reached for each other, we are so close, but we are chained, will be chained for a thousand yearsI will wait for eternityWe lock our eyes, dripping like the sky we are too low to see, silence filling up the sound ofthe rain, what used to be happy, beautifulAnd sadness rules us now, love
dear depression,(master of the umbra)i hate you.broken whispers, lonely promises,you are the worst of lovers, owning all, butnever seeming to be satisfiedeven with your name branded scarlet into my wrists.i am no longer the golden songbird as when you first met me,but yetyou still hang onto meyour clawsraking across my heart likemy pen ripping across the bloodstained page, likelightning across the skies, (vengeanceraining down from the gods i used to believe in)"don't let them catch you,"you breathed into my ears.an ounce of life, in exchange for a cloak of darkness (i thought i'd only stay one night)the fog was sluggish and deep.so blinded, I hidin the shelter you offered me(i still hear those echoes)my rib cages are my prison bars, my heart bound by these chains...you chopped off my wings and left bleeding stumpsand told me i was never bound for the skies.(shattered glass, lifeless eyes)Set me free.
BrighterSing to the darkness of the night skyin hopes that the stars will shine brighter
The Dark ForestThe dark forestIt takes you inAnd comes when you least expect itThe dark forestComfort youBut at the same time it’s your graveyard of memoriesAs you venture deeper into the darknessYou feel this presence sitting on your shoulderAs it gets comfortable you remember the feelingAnd it fills you with frightThe dark forestHorrible in its own wayYou hate being there but you’ve know it for so longThe dark forestInside there is no turning backWhile you know you don’t want to do thisAnd as you reach the end you see the a shovelThe presence gets stronger as you pick it upYou walk a little longer until you get to a holeYou jump down inside it and start diggingSlowly but surely you can’t get outAnd when you’re trapped there only others can save youBut you’re to insecure to accept the helpEven though the wounds on your arms, tells all your talesAnd how you started digging that hole
LacerationsLacerationsby AtreyudrksthourFlesh torn from gnawed boneYou really thought you were going home?Uncontrollable cannibalistic instinctLimitless desire; the funeral pyreIt’s what you were meant forIt’s what you will die forPsychotic self obsessionRipping, tearing mindless goreYou’ll never forget what you sawA mockery of a failed existenceCrumbles to ash with the sands of timeDesperate to retain possessionOf useless pointless hopeless dreamsFeeling the grip tighteningNever fading, always hidingWaiting for vulnerability, the time to strikeParasitic leechA soulless depiction of life once livedA sculptor’s interpretationOf thoughts once hadHear it sputter painful wordsUseless pitiful spineless wormYou’ll never learnThis world owes you nothingAnd no one cares
My MaskI put my mask on.Time to face the day.Time to plaster on a smile.Time to pretend it's okay.I want to crawl in bed.Leave the world behind.You're too ugly to go out,whispers my mind.I know I am,I stifle a cry.I want to leave,I want to die.My mask is done,and I have to go.Time to face the people.Time to put on my show.
CruxI’m only sure of two things:I still carry pieces of your cross on my back andlilies were your favorite flowerThose last three months-A silent drive home from the mallpurse full of stolen makeupDinners with my family where no onebothered to make the conversionEndless hours spent looking at paint samplesand I was smart to not buy the brushesThe line at the liquor store blendedwith the lines on the roadAt the same time with youwithout youThen it was summer and you talked me into a country drive. We stopped on the side of the road to watch a cow giving birth in the center of a pasture. But, the calf never rose to its wobbly legs or felt the heat of the Indian summer….it never tasted dandelions.The mother stood by the calf’s bodylong past nightfalland I stood by yourslong after thatWas this what we meant when we said forever?
Her VoiceHer voice, that of which utters words of love, Speak softer than feathers of a dove. Her words show Him faithful promise, He believes Her, hoping He won't trip upon this.Her voice is that which beauty is given, A voice of an angel sent from Heaven. Her syllables singing throughout His ear, Her leaving turns out to be His biggest fear.Her voice is everything He wants, It's what He breathes, He's happy for once. He hopes with Her for that happy ending, Their love will always be transcending.
Just Imagine, You're All AloneJust imagine, you're all alone,Left in the world on your own.To fend for yourself, find your smile,Yes, find it, it's been quite awhile.You can't breathe, you're being suffocated,The world is too much to bear, you need to be relocated.Another place, smaller, much smaller,You can do it, there, you'll feel so much taller.Gain your confidence, no it's been shattered, just hide,One day you'll be able to say that you have your pride.Pride beyond compare, you can do anything,Is doing anything the right thing?The kids shouting "YOLO," adults shouting "Carpe Diem!"Wishing you could do the same, begging, pleading.You can, dig deep, I know you can,You were once stronger, once a better man.Don't let them take you over, don't you dare concede,Is this what you want? Is this what you need?No, this is not what I want.Who are you to say you're the one to flaunt?It's my turn, you've played long enough,I know this is hard, for me it is rough.I have to put you away, it's time to go,
Life After Death Ch. 1Gabe:I stood in front of the mirror and stared at my tux-clad body. I tugged at my collar, which felt too tight and uncomfortable. I sighed and reminded myself that I was supposed to be excited. Tonight was a night that would forever be a highlight of my high school career, or so I was told. I could’ve attempted to try to pump myself up about the whole even by telling myself lies about how fun it would be and how the amount of camaraderie I would feel with my peers would be through the roof and absolutely insurmountable to anything I’d ever experienced before, but I didn’t want to waste any more time than I already had trying to figure out how exactly to tie a tie. Speaking of my tie, I glanced down and realized it was crooked once again and attempted to fix it. After a few moments of messing with it, I shrugged and glanced at my alarm clock. I was running late for getting over to Joey’s, so I grabbed my camera off of my bed and rushed downstairs. Besides, my l
TruthBlood fed flower, beautiful yet so sour,To wander with countless hours,The sun rising spills grief with its rays,There's always darkness to show the way.Its hunger that opened my eyes to reality,Not the abstinence of my desires,This is perpetual, never ending,Our freedom,We each our own gods of emptiness.Mocking reality with the unfathomable perfect,Nothing experienced or spoken is such a word,Life itself, is the only gift given,To hold truth in my arms, not perfection, is happiness.
Hide Hidewatch the e m p t y hallway fill no one will noticeif you hidearound the corner no one will care if you hide your thoughtsno one will laugh if you hideyour tears no one can hurt youwhen you hide your heart