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Do sit down.
Just how have you been?
It’s so nice to see you again.
What is this?
You don’t know who I am?
I admit, it’s been quite a long time.
Shall we say,
I am you in a way.
I’m that voice in the back of your mind.
We stopped talking.
Not my fault of course.
You simply ignored what I said.
Don’t you think
We should work something out?
Without me, life is one bumpy ride.
Now I see.
But don’t come back to me
As your conscience, at least I know I tried.
Confusion ...Confusion ...
Am I allowed to touch you?
Do I have to stop being me?
When I want to feel you must I pull away?
If I were to fall would you catch me?
Am I in a nightmare that I can't wake from?
Am I suddenly nothing?
Is there a point to all this anymore?
Will you take my soul and leave me empty?
Make the world stop just for a moment.
I'll just close my eyes and let go of life.
I Must Be Dreaming . . .I must be dreaming . . .
Please take me away from me
Away into nothing
Dull my heart's pain
Silence my mind and dry my tears
I must be dreaming . . .
My sky is now dark
Everything crashed to the ground
No pieces left big enough to mend
Tiny shards only left to cut deeper
Always knew my reason for being
Fought those demons for so long
Come take me I beg of you
Curse the seen and hope to die
Steal my breath, take my soul
My joy now my pain, happiness now horror
I'm sorry . . . was it truly me?
When night falls on me I'm fallen
All I need is you . . .
My only everything
Please tell me I'm dreaming . . .
Longing to be lost inside you
Lost all faith, lost my mind
Wake me from this dream
Don't want to pretend I've not seen
No way to deny what rang through my ears
The knife wounds are there in my heart
Finish me or save me
Closing my eyes I see it so clearly
Our dreams and plans all laid out
Painted black by your sinister heart
My life given only to you
How can I run awa
She Wants ...Just looking at her
So much you still don't understand.
Pieces inside you are unable to see.
Blind to what she wants,
What she really wants . . .
She wants to be . . .
The one in your dreams
Always on your mind, in your thoughts
Perfect for you as imperfect as she is right now
Part of your life, your future
She wants to feel . . .
Forever wanted, ever needed
Good enough even at her worst
She wants to see . . .
Love in your eyes
A tomorrow together with you
She wants to know . . .
What you are thinking
The things that you feel
For you there is only her and no other will do
She is the half of you that was missing
Simply that you love her each and every day
Did you ever take a moment
Stop and notice
What she wants,
What she really wants . . .
WhatWhat is going on here?!
Exactly what is wrong with me?!
This feeling is wrong, but I can't change it.
Actions so wrong, but I can't stop.
Someone save me from myself.
At what price does this happiness come-
Trading what for this pleasure-
How did it come to this?
I've crossed a line and can't go back,
Not even to save myself.
No reasoning in this insanity.
The truth is right there in that hand.
I don't understand how I saw the sign and knew the deal,
Yet nothing said stop.
When did I lose myself?
I can't believe I'm acting like this.
I know it's crazy and I should know better . . .
Is anything okay?
TearsHere they come again.
I can feel them.
Just hold on one more minute.
Here I have no place to hide.
What was it this time?
Please help me stop them.
No one can see me like this.
Should I not be empty?
I thought I was better.
They've taken control once more.
Maybe I am truly broken.
Is there an off switch?
Come, help me find it.
No one can know this is me.
Make up an excuse.
Cover them quickly.
Find me a happy place fast.
What if they ask me why?
Doubt they'll believe I don't know.
This happens much too often now.
Does it ever truly end?
Much too late now.
Here they come...
It's In Your EyesIt's in your eyes I get lost
Those amazing, endless blue eyes
If I look too long I fall into forever
It's in your eyes I see
The good you find in me
Reflected back with all your love
It's in your eyes I find
The missing piece of my soul
Something, until you, I thought I would spend my life without
It's in your eyes
I have found my home and my heart
I could ask for nothing more than you give
It's in your eyes I stay
To know love and give love
Until we find eternity
Can't Be Real . . .You can't be real . . .
That's what my head keeps telling me.
The love you give so pure and strong.
My pulse races as butterflies come to play inside me.
You can't be real . . .
Consuming my thoughts and my heart, only you.
Loving me for who I am.
No changes do you ask of me.
I know you're real . . .
My dark angel, my savior.
Your soul calls to mine and I can do no other but answer.
The person in whom I find all I want and hold precious in this world.
You have to be real . . .
Holding my future in your heart and hands.
With you I have found my home and my happiness.
The balance of me you have in you, somehow it still seems
You can't be real . . .
Make Me CryWhere have you gone now my love?
Why am I here alone, once again?
I remember this pain, the aching inside me.
Once more there are tears on my face.
You promised this time not to leave me.
All your words made me truly believe.
“You are stuck with me” is what you said.
I awoke though to find you were gone.
As the days passed, I made new excuses.
Now it’s getting to long to deny.
Maybe this time you’re gone for forever.
All I know is I love you no matter.
But why do you still make me cry?
Dying to be BeautifulDying to be beautiful
How far does it go
How deep can it get
How dark can it pull
When nothing holds you together
But layers of makeup on sunken cheeks
And your bones so frail they
Shatter from sobbing
Your heart so weak
You cannot risk loving
Your world so painful,
Through gray misty eyes
From the outline of ribs
To the protruding bone spines
I clearly see, you’re dying
Yes, dying to be beautiful
I wish somebody would tell you
The secret of beauty
It comes from the heart
The inside out
Not the outside in
But still how far will you go
How deep will you get
How dark will you go
Until you realize
Just to beautiful
These Three WordsShe hears the words
But cannot accept them
That cherubic face
Those pearly eyes
So insecure of the blind truth
Why she can't see it, I wonder
I'm certain everyone else can
The mirror on her wall must lie
Jealous to the point of treachery
For how could it compare?
To that shining face, that flowing hair?
I whisper those three words
So that she may not doubt her senses
I whisper them so that she may know
I whisper them
And the blood thuds in her ears
What did he say?
It must not be true!
Each syllable rolls off my tongue
Sweet and innocent
As the morning dew
On a blade of grass
I savor them
As a man dying of thirst
Savors every last drop
As a man dying of hunger
Savors every last morsel
As a man struggling for air
Savors every last wisp
As a man clinging to life
May savor each passing second
I savor them to beckon the truth
To wash away the doubt
To show my belief
And as I speak
I know what I say to be true
My brain clicks into pl
A letter to past loves.Dear Boy number 1,
you turned my world upside down,
changed green into red and smiles to tears.
Who would've thought that
your teasing and your games would
plant a fear into my bones, so strong that
I still cannot shake it?
Dear Boy number 2,
I don't think about you anymore
but I don't think about you any less, either.
Your love consumed me and
pushed me to the edge of insanity.
We were fire one second, ice the next,
battle wounds were inflicted just to get a taste of blood.
We were right in all the wrong ways, but to you,
holding another was second nature.
Dear Boy number 3,
you only ever touched me
in the dark alleys of town,
out of sight, but you were never
out of my mind.
Your kisses were new and sloppy,
and your hands left bruises
on my chilled skin.
My friends said you were bad for me, but
I fell in love with your eyes of coal.
Dear Boy number 4,
you are just great. And that's the thing.
You are everything I could wish for, but
I want someone to
The Ghost of a Former SelfDarling, where did we fall?
When was it over?
My suitcase smells musty. Then again, it's been tucked away in the attic, unused and un-thought of. It was one of those things that was purchased for me, before I could even stand on my own two feet...a case bought for a day that I was never told about, and for which I could never truly prepare.
I fold my possessions into tiny cubes; all my thoughts, all my dreams, all my childish games of old are tucked into the corners of this dusty, grimy case, and I know they will never unfold in quite the same way. My carefree summer days, running about barefoot in the cool grass...I put those days in this case. The nights of winter, sipping hot chocolate by the fire with my best friend, laughing over some lame joke...yup, that's packed away, too. But it will never become uncreased, these memories that I stuff into this trunk. They will never be fresh again. They will grow old and wrinkled, monotone and forever fading.
I lug my overburdened hear
The quiet onesThe Quiet Ones
It's the quiet ones you have to watch out for:
the ones who sit in class, doodling in their notebooks.
Alone they're harmless and keep to themselves.
But don't be fooled, their brains are a flurry of activity.
Put two or more of them together, and you'll wonder what the heck happened.
These "quiet ones" start talking, start plotting.
They've planned each other's brutal deaths....multiple times.
They've discussed the zombie apocalypse....and how they'd start it.
The end of the world has four backup plans....to ensure its demise.
And you can almost guarantee your death has been penciled in for next Tuesday.
So be careful, 'cause it's the quiet ones you have to watch out for.
Are You Ashamed?I’m feeling tears running down my face again
The sounds of whimpering can be heard for miles
My defences are slowly starting to disappear now
But that doesn’t make too much of a change
Can you see what I mean now?
Or am I just acting too afraid?
Is there someone who knows what I want?
Does anyone out there understand the meaning of love?
I can hear the insults flying around now
That whoever my parents are
They must be fucking ashamed
Does that mean that you hate me too?
Or do I seem like I need some medical help?
Can’t deny that their words make me feel angry
They don’t know anything about me at all
Pissed off by the world around me
But that isn't my fault at all
Seems like that my words are empty
Why should I always be ashamed?
Doesn't matter that my voice sounds so empty
No-one will ever act like I could be the same
You can never be like us you loser
But I know that doesn’t mean that I am that lame
Grab a kitchen knife from the cupboard
And admire how it
Sleep doesn't come easy to me anymore
I always feel like I'm being watched as I lie under the sheets
It's red eyes are staring deep into my core
It doesn't move an inch but it's very presence makes my heart beat
I don't move for It would surely attack
I'm petrified and my legs have become numb
Sympathy and sanity is what It lacks
I slowly close my eyes and pretend to play dumb
I hear It creep slowly from It's hideaway
It's stolen my will to act and all I can do is wait
I open my eyes just slightly and see that It's face is decayed
I tremble slightly and hold back my tears awaiting my fate
It's holding me now, choking my slightly
I squirm and try to break free but nothing is working
I finally free myself a scream "No, no, no!" and close my eyes tightly
When I open my eyes It's gone back to its lurking
As I lie back down and hug myself tight
I hear It whisper...
"Sleep tight, my dear, until tomorrow night."
The GirlShe stared at me from the dark
Frightfully dead eyes devoid of life
On a dreamship I tried to embark
Who would have known she wished to strife?
For the chance to be alive she said
That we battled it out till morn
A trade, she to be alive and I to be dead
But this deal, I mocked it with scorn
I fought with fluid accuracy
And she with jerky desperation
A pathetic thing, she did not wound me
While to hell I gave her quick transportation
I flopped back onto my bed
And sighed with casual relief
A pounding, pouding in my head
I gasped with utter disbelief
Demonic, satanic, a damned soul
For she possessed my mind and body
A trade indeed, for she had reached her goal
To rid myself, completely, of me
Are You Listening?I'll be alright, I'll be just fine.
As long as you are by my side.
Without you I can hardly breathe.
There's something about you that completes me.
You are my guiding star.
You are the light that sets me apart..
Like a lantern on a hill,
My heart burns for you still.
Through all the pain you've brought to me,
I know life without you is full of misery.
I'll sing my song one last time,
And I'll pray that you are listening tonight.
Stay with me, or I'll give up.
Lay down and die, I've had enough.
Can't you see that you're all I want?
Don't you know that you're all I need?
When I'm with you, life isn't as hard as it seems.
Really, how would I know, I've only really lived in dreams.
Sweet dreams of you and me.
Living life the way it was meant t be.
I'll sing my song one last time.
Tell me, are you listening tonight?
ConfessionsOutside the storm pounds on the rooftop.
Sound most find no comfort in calms me.
I lay in bed listening to the thunder and the rain.
My mind drifts to dreams, imagining.
Confessions to you of things never said, only thought.
Can I give away that part of myself?
I close my eyes and fantasize of you.
My body comes alive beneath its satin slip.
I want to show you what I feel for you.
Each time you are near my heart races.
Thoughts of your caress, your kiss.
Wanting to hold you, touch you, listen to your secrets.
Will it be tonight we share ourselves and bare our souls?
Is this not meant to be more than passing fancy?
Time will tell.
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