They're biting their toung, vividly picturing a perfect vision of  themselves.
Crossing they're sweaty fingers,
While trying to hold still they're shaky hands.
We all want others perspective of ourselves to be someone were not.
We're not doing it to impress them.
But to prove to ourselves that if you want to be someone so bad you might actually turn into them.
(DM&C;)

The silent connection broken.
My secrets held on the edge of discovery.
Forgotten promises.
Lost words.

I can almost hear
The hot sun on my skin.
Cold ice on my lips.
Watching my legs sway back and forth.


The whole world's upside down.
Holding that sight,
I can see birds in their nest.
Singing along with the wind.


Sweat.
Sunglasses.
And Sun Burns.


Oh the sweet summer days.
Bringing me back to the good o'l days.

I can hear it playing,
Yet feel it coursing through my veins.
Pumping my blood with its rythm.
Running wild through my frame.


Filling in every empty mass.
Retrieving lost remains.
Rearanging my thoughts.


I'm new.
Affixed.
Secure.


Listening to it come to an end.
I can no longer feel.
No blood pulsing in my veins.
A walking corpse is what I am.
Only a metaphor of life it's self.


Anticipating for it too begin,
So I can once feel again.

I used to be scared.
Fearful of the months to come.
I was raised with lost trust.



It's not you that I ever feared.
You've shown me love.
Passion.
Respect.
And care.


You my darling, are something different.
Nothing I've ever imagined.


Your like a dream.
My dream.
With passion deeper than my own.


I'll hold on to you tight.
Never let you go.
Love you endlessly and free.


For you've helped me break down those walls.
No longer isolated.
Open to new love.
You've proven me wrong, that I can still trust.


(And at one point I trustED you)

I control her,
Silencing her when she speaks,
Telling her not to believe,
She thinks she controls her thoughts;
Little does she know I do.
Only I can make her go back when she’s down
The right path.
Seeing her calm makes me feel wrong.
I force her to isolate.
Laughing because she can’t escape.
I’m watching her life flash before me,
Planning her next thought.

-Inner Indecisiveness

It won’t be the end of the world.
The sun will keep on rising,
The clouds will still be moving,
People will be talking,
And the stars won’t stop shining.
Maybe it won’t be the end of the world;
But the end of mine.
Darling I don’t know if I’ll still be living
When I lose you.