To Sing
To sing is to bleed, fresh from the wound, release the disease within. To sing is to cry, tears from your ocean, ease your mind of sorrow. To sing is to laugh, those good times you share, pressing joy into the hearts. To sing is to scream, stop the shit haulting your voice; set your words free.
Strife
I don't belong here. This world of ignorance, full of fear. In my lust for life, you trip me, I stumble. It makes this strife. To take a break, stop all the panic and lies, you will see that the mask you have given the world is fake. To forsake me would be suicide. Behind the walls you put up, a person wanting beauty in life hides. Take down your walls, stone by stone. End this bloody chaos. To do this is to discover, we are not alone.
Pretty
If I were pretty, would you think me a better person? Would pretty make the brand of my clothes better? Pretty would make your cold heart open to me. What does pretty have to say? Pretty is a mask covering me warm heart. Pretty is dumb and fake. Pretty is all that I am not. Pretty says nothing.
Bunny
Bunny, bunny, hop, hop, hop. Down your bunny trail. The sun is high, the clouds are scarce. Things are on your side. Bunny, bunny, hop, hop, hop. Don't you know the day gets old, and swallows your bunny trail? The sun is low and the clouds are crowding over your bunny head. Bunny, bunny, hop, hop, hop. The day is dead and you don't know, where goes your bunny trail? The sky is black, and the clouds are throwing scary shadows at your bunny eyes. Bunny, bunny, hop, hop, hop. Don't cry, the sun will be born, and your little bunny trail will be right before your eyes. All the demons of the night are just like you, lost. Lay your head down, rest your bunny mind.
He Loves Me
Lost in the kiss, that feeling you miss. Your control is slipping away. Don't worry about the hurry, he loves you. When all is said and done, where was the fun? Rushing comes the thoughts of regret. No, he loves you. You were one good lay, it goes around the next day, it's not true, he loves you. Where went the respect? Is this the effect? The bruises and hurt come and go. But it's okay, he loves me.
Crimson River
The cut, clean by the blade. Crimson drops swell to their freedom, free from the ever flowing system. As the crimson river flows, it tells a story. A tear meets in the flowing red, swirling in a pool of lost, misunderstood emotions. A flash, a thought, her last hope of a tourniquet passes, for her life is flowing down that crimson river. The last thought; what was it all for? Was the situation as desperate as I thought? But the thought rushes out in the river, the ocean has gone dry. It's over.
Monster
Invisible in your black eyes. I dance, you rise. You are confused. You're stuck, bones fused. You don't understand my life, why I hold the knife. The flesh it breaks, as the blade rakes. Your soul is dead to me you see, nothing to me, you will remain. You die in pain. So rest your little head child. Your mind runs wild. I am the monster you fear.
The Vampire
The night hits the world, hard, like a brick wall. For me, this is my time to live. All violators are my prey. The air it reeks or blood. This stirs my senses. What a fine night this will be, my night on the town. Like a distressed statue sits a young lady, if even she was that. Sobs serge through her. Tears stain her face. "Now whats the matter beautiful?" I say, as I drift to her side. She sits there, more tears. "Don't cry beautiful, wouldn't you rather die?" Beauty lifts her heavy head, and looks me in the eye. "You have no idea what I have been through". "Ah, you're right, I don't.". At that moment I see the life, I see the pain inside beautiful. My desire for the blood in her is more then I can hide. I feed. She dies.
Your Eyes
To which you see the world. Those pools of blue, bluer then the sky. To see your eyes, is to jump into the ocean, and swim inside your mind. Those eyes, the stories they tell. They hold so much. Everything to love. I could dance in the light that your eyes radiate. To feel the life..... In age I hope those globes of beauty don't burn out. Would it be the death of you???
Low
Thoughts tainted by my sin. Epidemic-like weight upon my conscience. Your face echoes the mistakes of yesterday, and your words foresee my disapointments of tommorow. I am the defective, I am your disapointment. From my veins you desire to draw wine, but all you recieve is tainted blood. You crave perfection from the imperfect. Ones insecurities are the cause of suffering in another. But when you look in the mirrir, the face of failure and idiocy glares back upon you. You are week. Make another judgement.
Alone
Here you leave me all alone, you think I'm high upon a throne. Of all the times I sit and cry, for what I would do to feel alive. I am a low matenence pet to you, throw in some food and a word or two. My soul seeps from my eyes dieing.. I cry and I cry, you never see how I'm trying. I build my strength to break today, but when I'm ready to snap you turn away. Am I so minute you cannot see that this nothingness is killing me? I long to be alive and live, but my tears still flow, something has to give. May it be a red trail across my wrist, or a happy ending with a twist; Don't leave me here. Alone.
The Dance
We all have our turn to dance with death. Some take this dance to eternity, some brush it off and take on another song. To live is to die, but don't live yo die. The next track on the music player known as life, may be your song. So dance with life, long and slow. Full of good moves, because that song will come faster then you think. Make sure you dance with many of lives partners before you dance with death.
The Anger
The anger pounds my head. It beats me around like a rag doll. I am helpless. The anger follows me like the dark shadow from hell. Laughing in my face, at every mistake. I am ashamed. The anger steals my words, it turns my thoughts to hate. I am lost. The anger taunts me, begs me to fight back. Will anger cease to live in my frozen heart? I am cold. To warm my heart with the warmth of a burning candle would be the death of me, for my blood flowing turns to gasoline, I am angry.
L-O-S-E-R
Give me a L. Give me a O. Give me a S. Give me a E. Give me a R. What does that spell? LOSER. Lock by lock, she cuts it off. Never was her color. On her skin, she pushes it in. The feeling will pass. Shut the curtains, she wants to be certain. No one will see. Everyone wants her gone. Better not waste their time. Rushing death flashes. blown away like ashes. Gone.
Anonomous
The gentle purr of the engine. The soft blast of warm air from the broken, dusty vents. The meaning-less lyrics frozen in time because this is our moment. As we hold each other close, and I feel your breathing. I see the beautiful silhouette of your face. I stare in wonder. You are like a christmas gift I never got or deserved. And now I hold you tight, because I want to deserve you. The feeling of you staring deep into my eyes, not out of disappointment, or anger, but staring out of affection. As we hold tight our lips dance together. Like a rush, love washes over me. Do I deserve this? I want this moment to last forever, but the times you love go by fast. ice anchoring the lyrics melts. The sound of the music floats about my head. our moment has ended, the words take meaning. If I truly deserve you, we will have our moment again.
Stereo
Words floating through me. Messages they set free. Lyrics in words mean: What you see be.
The Devil
As the devil roamed through the core of my head scratchng then screaming violently, ripping at my thoughts, to find that my mind was his maker.
My Cage
Like a cage with no exit. How the hell did I get here?? A light flickers, teasing me, but the dark is overwhelming. The mind is a beautiful thing, but not so beautiful is the thing that encages you. But I'm not alone, dirty vermin of our souls. When tragedy hits, they come to vistit, but otherwise wait in hiding. Why am I here? How do I get out? It's hard to be free in a straight jacket. Cut off my chains. Break free the bars. Set free the vermin to silence. My mind will never serve as my cage again.
The Fight
If the world is my oister, it's rotting and dead. This freedom in life they speak of is no more then words; lost and holds no meaning. To my right lies sadness and pain, sick of the lies and abuse. To my left lies the monster, thirsting for the last pieces of hope people hold and hide. Kill the monster,take him down. The bringer of cynical thoughts. The black hole in his chest is the tumor that infects us all. Burn it out before it grows. Step out of your broken shell, show the colors he drained. We are free.
Sick
The smell of death is in the air. Alone she sits, in the chair. All hope of life is far away. Please spare her another day. I realize death does not fill this room, but it is the darkness, her doom. Her mind is closed, locked and forbidden. Deep inside this, hope is hidden. When the mind id your own hell, your sanity is hard to tell. Why she cries, no one knows. Full of pain, she suffers, it shows. She gathers up hope and strength, will her damned life make the length? Step by step her limbs tremble, out of the chair, so weak she stumbles. She is sick of the hole shes dug herself in, a new life is what she wants to begin. She is no longer the death of herself. The hate and the sorrow dusty on the shelf.
Leave Them Alone
Diversity. No hate. Understanding and respect. I feel I am only one me in the world, a patchwork quilt. Need to learn. Assimilation leads to destruction.
