All she can see are the black clouds,
The rolling thunder,
The falling rain,
All she'll ever know is how to lose to a landslide,
The shifting mud,
The ***** sand,
All I'll ever know is that I wasn't good enough

Daggers of glass in my feet,
Expressing myself as best as I can,
Still stumbling through freezing snow,
With glass in my feet.

I'm slowing to a stop,
Beginning to not care what I become,
The glass digs itself deeper once again,
I can walk a thousand miles,
and get nowhere.

That's the idea that I'm presenting,
The glass digging into my bones,
I know that I have nowhere to go,
Lie to me again, will you please?

The glass under my feet hurts so bad,
But I'm walking underneath the surface of the ice,
Maybe I'll find a way in the snowstorm,
but under the ice, I'm frozen.

a genius machine.
through the time,
nobody saw you,
tell me are you okay?

waste my time, please.
I need you to be by my side,
even if you think you're a burden,
don't tell anybody that I died.

when I'm in my 20's,
tell me that you still care,
even if you're thousands of miles away.
i'll say it back if it's okay with you.

The son of a skeleton does not confide,
With each and every line I write inside,
When the death of the eyes is asked,
I cannot answer with anything but a rasp.

Times two, times three,
Watch very carefully,
As we all pay the fee,
To ask a life of more than being-
I leave- not free-

"Introspect" I tell my frame, who couldn't really care less,
I will try and stare through the mesh,
Which seems to mask the mess,
On the ground the son was sown,
He grew and grew until be became stone.

Equals two, Equals three,
Minus four, Minus five,
The son of a skeleton,
Is shot full of sedative,
Is this definitive?

And I'll await your place,
Among the stars above,
It's just who you are,
But then you seem so far.

You try to rough me up,
Make me plead,
Then maybe I'd say goodnight,
So you can say goodbye.

You are everything,
That I am worth,
And you can't see,
Help me please.

You try to rough me up,
Make me plead,
Then maybe I'd say goodnight,
So you can say goodbye.

Scream at me,
Tear at my heart,
So then you'd ask,
Could you help me please?

You try to rough me up,
Make me plead,
Then maybe I'd say goodnight,
So you can say goodbye.

Scalding water,
Inside the palm of your hand,
And I'll take all that to pour down my throat,
So you will not let go.

I address a lot of people,
And a lot of strangers,
To them I tell stories about a promised world,
Yet I never reveal the secret of it all,
Cause I don't really know, myself.

Whether it's heaven or something we make,
I just want the peace of mind that I'm not alone in this,
Hard to speak your mind when your mind is clogged up.

I'm trying to figure it out- what's the purpose of it all?
But I've noticed that the purpose becomes worthless when you compare yourself,
If the drawings in my notebook were ever to be sold, I would make not a cent because- as I'm told by my head- everyone's better than me,
So let the purpose be worthless and pave your own world,
The path has never been set, you're walking a grassy road that hasn't been trodden just yet.

Whether it's heaven or something we make,
I just want the peace of mind that I'm not alone in this,
Hard to speak when your mind is clogged up.

My little bundle of joy,
My sweet baby girl,
My loving little pup,
I can't bear to see you get taken away,
Please don't let them,
Take you away.

The word of one person,
Could remove you from my life,
I know you won't understand,
I know you will be okay.

My little bundle of joy,
Your brown eyes and eager little paws haunt my mind,
Don't go,
You've given me something to go outside for,
I care that you are inside too much,
I want you to see everything there is.

My little bundle of joy,
My sweet baby girl,
My loving little pup,
I can't bear to see you get taken away,
Please don't let them,
Take you away.

Lead me to hedges instead of ledges,
I'll take it in slow to rest my bow,
Upon wooded trees will be me.

I was torn and forlorn that I was born,
Why I was so twisted as they insisted,
That I must conform to not transform,
A better person that was inside for sometime.

Laugh at me,
I’m gonna dance and yell,
I’m the reason you’re in love,
Now shut up and give me a kiss.

You’re a town full of sinners,
I’m a man with a flavor of bitter wine,
Together we make an empire.

Break down me,
I’m gonna scream and cry,
I’m the reason you broke your skin,
Aren’t I?
Thinking that I’m a figure eight,
Round and around,
No different than the last.

I’ve been stuck since freshman year,
I act like I drink too much caffeine,
I feel the need to apologize so hey, I’m sorry,
I’m learning that growing up is the way forward today again.

You’re a town full of hate,
I’m a man who tastes of bittersweet ****,
Together we make a vengeance filled empire.

For the land underneath my time
It's a crowd of thunder
from a man into a crow
becomes the king, himself.

Brick by brick
we can build this kingdom
from the bones up
your reign has ended

Now back off
cause I'm taking back what's rightfully mine
fulfilling the prophecy I created
give me your famous last words

I'm sending you down a rabbit hole
why don't you let me know where it goes?
there's something at the end you'll want to see
the anger that infested me now out to get you

Where will you run?
when you've got no place to hide.

I outpour
Never will I soar
Only from the core
Then they check through my drawers

Next they rewire
So i'd admire
every second of my own desire

Lastly, I hear the ricochets
through my own airway

I cannot speak
As they call me a freak
Life is looking bleak

Bang Bang?

I am a creature of war,
A soldier unable to soar,
I've written of battle,
And I've managed to travel,
Through No-Mans-Land,
Just to withstand firsthand an unmanned stand.

But then I lost my hand
to cranking the crank to the Gatling gun,
I was much too brave,
And to my dismay I broke the grave I was lowered,
Now I'm sobered, shoulder to shoulder with my polarized,
I lost my hand,
to cranking the crank to the Gatling gun.

What a sight to foresee,
Right exactly where I stand with the key,
On my tiptoes under the crows,
It snows but I'll grow,
No more guns for me,
No more breaking into pleas.

But then I lost my hand
to cranking the crank to the Gatling gun,
I was much too brave,
And to my dismay I broke the grave I was lowered,
Now I'm sobered, shoulder to shoulder with my polarized,

I can see the stars,
Flying overhead,
There must be something that I can say,
To get myself to come to life and fall into the sky,
But the cement at my feet has held me there,together,
There’s nothing I can do,
But watch the stars become rockets as they fly overhead,
They like to breach my personality,
Cause I know I’m not right,
I already fight with myself every day of my week.

Could I make it?
Could I be a shapeshifter?
Could I fake it?
Could I be a shoplifter?
I don’t think so.

My deadened and black dreams like to come back to life and taunt me in my nightmares,
The sea seems so far as the I’m plagued with my fears,
Don’t doubt for a moment that I won’t make it there,
My life is just as empty as the next guy ahead,
Who’s made to the sea,
But he falls off the cliff,
I know my fate at last,
As I fall into the salty rocks below.

Could I make it?
Could I be a shapeshifter?
Could I fake it?
Could I be a shoplifter?
I don’t think so.

Could I make it?
Could I be a demon?
Could I fake it?
Could I be a sermon?
I don’t think so.
I know that so.
I don’t think so.
I know that so.

Captured lights steaks of these cars,
Post them up all over the highway chain-link,
Asking 'Which one of these blurry angels would save me now?'
But I know, if they love me as much as they love themselves,
Tell Lucifer I’m on my way.

A counter defense that’s labeled repent,
It’s backwards I bent to see what you meant
Yet I resent the sentence you sent,
The message is *******, It left a big dent,
It’s all of this rage, it’s all been pent,
Inside of my bedroom, I’ll pay your rent,
Take one more step and see the dread hidden inside of the ceiling vent.

Make your 3 wishes last,
If you’re not looking,
****, they go fast,
It’s worth the wait if you see the reckoning.

I left a note outside my room,
So sorry you had to read,
Please don't open my door,
There's no space for both you and me,
Just leave me be.

Stars rain through the ceiling,
Gutting all the feeling,
Building a roof seems far too hard,
I'm just gonna quit for now.

I'm a little disaster,
A mess inside a bed,
Inside a wall where all the mice and rats meet,
To congregate my death and celebration after that,
I'm not joking when I say that I'd like to cry,
Watch me cry but don't say goodbye.

Stars crash into the ground,
******* up my day even further,
I tried making you happy but I'm getting mad,
I'm so sorry that I'm ******* angry,
It's so abhorrently stupid, I'm talking of course,
About my stupid **** head.
**** head.

And they're cunning in their ways,
They're not absent-minded plays,
Cause they'll get what they want,
Even if it means you've got to rot.

And what happens when the immortal is killed?
Where does the ghost stay when he's forgotten?
When does the tyranny fall at the hands of the innocent?
Why is everyone so angry at everybody?

Memories left to produce mold,
Power that a dictator will hold,
Jump to the creek and cry out, "please"
"Whoever will I be?"

And what happens when the immortal is killed?
Where does the ghost stay when he's forgotten?
When does the tyranny fall at the hands of the innocent?
Why is everyone so angry at everybody?

Six fingers, six toes,
Three eyes, no ears,
Tonight, we'll fly,
From here, to Clear.

Under my tongue,
Growing thorns,
Too many teeth,
Poking my sores.

I can't believe,
You're with me,
I'm bewildered,
Stay with me.

When my head is empty and there’s nowhere I can hide.
Look at what I’ve done to you.
I’m sorry about my mistakes,
Just know that I have exposed myself.

Tell me pretty lies about how you feel,
Maybe I’ll feel better another day

Tell me pretty lies about what you think,
Maybe I’ll stop puking another day

I know I’ve done something bad,
I know our lives are on the line,
And it’s all my fault but she won’t see the forest for the trees.

Tell me pretty lies and punch me in the face,
I’ll say I love you and wake another day.

Tell me pretty lies and feed me common slurs,
I’ll just leave my heart at the door for another time.

I just wanna settle down,
Not in a town,
But in a throne,
With a crown,
No such thing as a frown when I'm here,
Yet there's such a thing as fear,
What I hear by my ear could possibly be tears.

I'm a ******* stupid dreamer,
Listen to me because I'm getting meaner,
This isn't my demeanor either,
I'm just a ***** mouth-breather.

Frustrated because I'm not there,
Watch as the air gets heavier,
My legs bare of flesh,
I'm a fresh threat,
of a system of mass warfare.

I'm not a king and that's a problem,
Set up those marksmen and watchmen,
postmortem clever little criminal.

I am kept alive by the growing vines,
They tell me what to do and what to say,
If I were to be honest, they don't do it very well,
But that's alright cause I'm getting on just fine.

Leaves embed themselves in my skin,
Unforgiving to my pleads,
I won't die, not here not now.

Throw myself onto my knees,
Grip the ground and try to get away,
The vines restrict me from moving anywhere,
I wanna be something, I wanna be someone.

Leaves embed themselves in my skin,
Unforgiving to my pleads,
I won't die, not here not now.

They begin to cover my mouth,
I can't breath or even begin to think,
I keep thinking that it's over but I don't wanna go.

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Twist and contort my voice into something unrecognizable,
So I can feel something other than my own self-destruction.
A fortnight or two until I'm totally blue,
Water cast to fire just to satiate his primal desire.

I've got not much to walk for,
Nothing to run for,
Nothing to scream for,
It's all just a chore.

Carry me down my own obsidian path,
Leave you barefoot to slip and bleed.
Only then you'll see what it feels to be me,
Maybe then you'll hold me closer and tighter than before.

I've got not much to walk for,
Nothing to run for,
Nothing to scream for,
It's all just a chore.

Let me watch the sun drown in the shimmering lake,
Why do you always block the beautiful view?
Doesn't it make sense that I have stopped respecting you,
For all that you do, For all that you say,
How is it any stretch to feel so enraged.

There's always a song on my mind
One that I like to call, my suicidal thinking
It's the daily grind
It's the song that reminds that i'm still blinking

You'll tell me, "oh, you poor child"
I'm teetertottering on this bridge
Now I've finally reconciled
You won't find me, standing on the ridge

A rift in my time
they're inside my house
Don't you hear the chimes?
Guess I've entered the madhouse

I'm remembering those times when I said goodnight and fell asleep
Now I'm having to wake every hour
Something else will creep
The air that I taste is sour.

I'm standing without purpouse
I'm standing without meaning
I'm standing and wishing
I'm standing and crying
I'm standing and breaking down

Let's get our get up on,
Smother confidence on our cheap, black kicks,
Nobody cares that we're there,
But yet I can feel every eye on me.

We're all kids,
In a night to forget,
Cause I was in the bathroom the entire time,
Sorry, to all my friends,
I didn't have a date and anxiety ******* hates me.

Girls and boys at the speakers,
Think that they are hot ****,
Singing along to a song I never could forget,
I'm a cliche in itself,
Don't try and change my mind,
Cause everyone hates me, I know.

We're all kids,
In a night to forget,
Cause I was in the bathroom the entire time,
Sorry to all my friends,
I didn't cave a date and anxiety ******* hates me.

Sorry to all my friends,
I should've gone alone,
I should've stayed home.

Everything spins so fast these days,
Swirling into a sink hole, okay.
Guess I'm alright,
But, you don't don't really know my mind, right?
I'm seeing everything in slowmo,
Working my way through the trough.
Seeing how every bodies, just.
Writing for nothing but the show.

Even though I could end my pitiful life here,
I decide to stay in this loco motivated town stead,
Hounds instead, motivate me to move towards,
Everything the light won't touch.
I'm seeing everything in slowmo,
Bounds let, through snow and such.
Nothing could ever live up to something like the crutch.

I've come down from heaven,
To set your souls on fire,
My unfulfilled desire,
To watch you burn away.

I'm the king of you,
Bow down at my knees,
I like to hear your pleas,
It fuels my pent-up rage.

In the off-red lighting,
I am here ruling for pay,
Nobody can take my today,
Don't mess with me.

When soldiers come marching,
Will you all scream and run?
Or will you sit and just be done?
I'm not nice but neither are you.

I'm the king of you,
Bow down at my knees,
I like to hear your pleas,
It fuels my pent-up rage.

I’m falling asleep at the wheel,
‘Cause been going through this ordeal,
As the sky above fades to something surreal,
The ticking clock will make me fall to a kneel.

Feigning purpose,
Eating at my carcass,
Tugging to the surface.

The precipice seems closer to my eyes,
Watch my convoy as it’ll capsize,
Crashing down below so I’d be eulogized,
And beginning the over synthesized minds.

Feigning purpose,
Eating at my carcass,
Tugging to the surface.

Pull away the peel,
Holding on to an arm of steel,
As it bends and breaks against our deal,
I’d have better luck grasping a pinwheel.

It's been difficult to write lately,
Stuck inside the words of Rhymezone,
It's going on day eighty,
Can't write without breaking my collarbone.

You might see,
I'm outside,
standing with the banshee,
I'm so awake, wide.

Welcome.
to Democracy,
where people have the choice
but no one uses their voice.

When.
will we learn that,
in order to change,
We.
gotta make our voice heard.

Then.
the sirens will ring out,
Everyone scatters.
into little holes in the broken earth.

Sunsets on barren land,
Fallen branches in the sand,
Our old oak stump and,
My cold heart comes to an end.

Remember when we sat under the street lights?
When we never understood where we were,
We liked to pretend that everything was fine,
Remember when we looked up at the stars and stared a while?
Just as young and dumb as we are now,
I wish that I had that courage to say "stay."
Remember when we lied about our feelings?
Thinking we liked anyone else but each other,
Singing songs about the forest and forestry greens,
Swear to God I could regret that kiss,
I need it back, I want it back, Please let me have it again?

Johnny Kid, where were you when she laid in her nursing home,
Drained of life and anesthetized with morphine,
She called for you, Johnny Kid, while you were drunk on Woodland Boulevard,
Her spine frail and weak, breathing heavy and unanswered,
Johnny Kid, you've been getting into the nose candy and momma ain't happy,
She's still resting on her plastic sheets, only seconds away from the forever sleep,
Poor Johnny Kid, looks like he might overdose, on the morphine he stole from the nursing home,
Now momma closes her eyes in disappointment, suddenly she's never waking up and Johnny Kid's hitting the road again.

Well, here we go again.
The nights come to an end,
My eyes haven't closed,
Not a single wink of sleep,
For me.

A madman playing games,
With his own fragile mind,
Do you think he cares?
Well, I know he doesn't!
So, you shouldn't care either.

The moon plays with his nightlife,
The sun just loves to pry,
Like a couple hounds that'd tear him up,
It's looking rather dire.

Sure, you could yell and cry,
That he's hurting his own head,
Well, ****, he knows, so just go,
He'll blow you off and kiss your mom,
Then go **** your dad,
What?

Delerium begins to set in,
I think it was always there,
It's easier to hide otherwise,
So excuse him while he tries.

Why do you keep guessing,
The emotions that are pressing,
Inside my brain's distressing,
You do not know the depressing,
my suicidal head's wrestling.

Back away from my choices,
You are one of the many faces,
That tell me I am voiceless,
That tell me I am faceless.

Stop.
Repeat what you just commanded,
Do you really think that I've just abandoned,
Remember I that am left-handed,
A voice that you take for granted,
But I have the advantage.

I am here to make my own purpose,
Even if I drown, I'll resurface,
You're only seeing me from the purchase
I will not be treated like a circus.

For now I might flightless,
Maybe a little sightless,
But I will find the brightness,
Where I will become priceless.

I don’t crave all-American stability,
It depends on our bodies usability,
To keep the systems invincibility,
For the rich to retain their nobility.