the idea in your head
is the one you feel can't be said

it's the broken part of yourself
the pieces you can't find

your actions are harsh and rash
your breakage is too bad

you've lost the plot
you don't know the story of your own life anymore

when the eyes are pumping
there is no going back
there is no acceptable apology

Doom found us anyway
He cares not for our cries
He laughs as he drinks the tears from your eyes

I'd spill the blood for you
I'm not asking
we're way past that that day
i am your witness ...

i am your witness
that my hands were bound
my teeth were ******...

...but now I'm tired
I'm sorry, Susan
I truly did love you

you'll never know
I'm not so evil
to ever burden through again

like the watching bird
i still live
no one is watching

it's all a game of when

indeed, it's a wow
went through a lot
hate
love

no speak
then all talk

you never saved me
I never saved you

somehow...
we both made it through

when the anger is flowing
and the diamonds are falling
the cake is burning
the words are  leaking

the smile is falling
the lips still move upward
no more hate
just looking a the time

just waiting

just waiting

why would anyone care about my problems?

I possess them
they are mine
they are like children
they are just a delay

I should not burden
anyone else
with the **** that flows
down my leg

everything wakes up
the brain
the dreams
where we're seeing our parallel self

that moment
of impending doom
that just happens
when your soul talks to you