Countdown to EscapeTen days until release from the compounds of this Hell.Nine attempts so far given, escape the bell.Eight more scars to be felt and seen.Seven tries to be even less keen.Six hours of life's empty noise.Five new stances of poise.Four beings are left.Three still deft.Two bled.One -Dead.
Revelation.It's not the pastThat haunts me,But the very fearIt'll happen again...
Faux SmilesThese stretched lips you seeAre in their way, speaking,Begging for you to seeThese endless daysHiding beneath
MaNiC~Fallen to the floor,A blade in hand -But driven into the floorIn the desperate attemptTo avoid the love of painThat just might solveThe emotions circulatingMy manic mind ~
Magic in MemoriamHappiness is like magic,But without the wish ~It was a livable blissWatching rapid-fire humorSpring from the bottleBut at times the tendrilsOf black magic catch us -They take hold of captureAnd hide the golden lampFrom the prince's handsNow, our blissful genieHas released himself ~Freedom from the darkAnd the years of dustTo rise up once againI think they call it memoriam.The celebration we holdNow that the genie is free.
The Past Haunts Her ScarsShe's not afraid of pain,But she'll scream and cry anyway.It's not from the hurt she senses,But from the fear she feels...Some say its psychoticTo enjoy the feel of pain,But she often thinks,Aren't I already insane?She's laughed harderAt another in hurt,Then she ever hasAt the funniest joke.She's crashed bikes,"Accidentally" fallen,Scratched and burned,And all by her own choice.But her body cries tears,And from fear she screamsThat in true accidents...She may return to a loveThat could slowly kill...
Vivisepulture Hats were held against hearts whilst strangers watched the man in rags dump shovels of dirt into a hole carrying a casket. The entire little town could hear thump after thump as the man's fragile bones buried the deceased. There were some who stopped, wanting to offer their help as the man would bring the shovel down on the casket rather than letting the soil fall. Their hearts though, unsure if they could handle such an idea, would fall to a pit as they turned away. What this village's ears couldn't hear was the thrashing that was muted by the sound of impacting dirt followed by a warning of a dropped shovel.
I'm Alive.I starve in painBecause it reminds meThat even when I'm empty,I can still feel.And as long as I can feel,I am alive.
Las Llamas del AmorQuiero amarteCon que mismo pasión ardiente,Uno tan sensual como las llamasMiré quemas bajo