Faux EuphoriaWhy cannot oneExpress her happiness?Is it becauseShe is not happy?Or is it simplyA derived perspective?
Sadism.She sleeps with a knifeNext to her right,As she falls asleepTo her day dream...So carefully she dragsThe thin metalAgainst your hot neck,Not letting goUntil the blood has drained,And your skinIs as ice frozen as her heartThe blade shines brightest asMetal's flavorSits upon her tasteful tongue,Now blood redShe sleeps with a smileWith her blade nearby,As she slips into slumberAfter her dream has lived
Mother's UrnHi Dad, where's Mom?Inside his eyes,The world crashed,Echoing emptilyWithin his skullShe'll be home soon.I never saw it, thenBut I understood later,Driving to the cemeteryTo bring home Mother's urn
True ClichesAn important lessonWe should learn,Is to listen to clichés;The words so often heardThat life is a lesson,And our past defines us.Through the hard & hurtful,Our unique memoriesHave brought us to this point.Behind this screen you read,I know there are eyesStill alive, and living -And they must beFor a reason...Our pasts, despite everything,Have formed us into peopleThat we want and love to be.And when we lose hope,We can remember that our futureWill someday, too, be our past,And that past will hold changesTo the person we would love to be.So, focus on the moment,Don't be afraid to remember,Learn to accept, be at terms,And let yourself live in today.
Sliced TiesThey aren't scars,They're the lacesKeeping me together
Pain AdorationIt's only scratches untilYou put the pain,You put the anger,You put the wantInto the metal...And in return,It makes youFall in love ~