What Lies Within MeMy heartless screams echo, Within this house of glass, The walls they shake immensely But the glass deafens the sound Nothing is heard except my cries,What Lies Within Me
I clench my fist, The blood rushes through me violently, I unleash my demons, Driving my fists right through this infernal prison, Only leaving more pain inside myself,
I pull the glass from my hand, It sickens me at the fact that I enjoy the sensation, I remove some more and I’m overwhelmed with pleasure, I laugh at my sickness, And it laughs back,
I’m disgusted with what I
These Four WallsStaring at the vast emptiness of my ceiling The repetitiveness of my eyelids opening and closing Slight torment of the well timed creaks of my bed Paranoia of all the horrors that may occur in my slumberThese Four Walls
Memories of all the days which have since passed Expectations of the days which soon will be gone Dreams of where the greatest desires are granted Reality of those desires coming true is unheard of
A tear of sorrow flows from my watery eyes Words which have longed to be heard are now silenced Anger rushing through my veins bringing my blood to a boil Cries echoing
The Wrong Path To SalvationWe have vanished away No longer amongst the unsighted, We open our eyes for the first time Only to be blinded by the darkness, Stumbling along in the unknown We fall victim to the hidden terrors, Hunted by a silent assassin With our screams echoing into vanity,The Wrong Path To Salvation
Cast back into our unbreakable holding cells Bound and locked away, We stare into the abyss Praying for something to emerge and take us away, Nothing but great expectations failing Finding strength in our pain, We now have chosen our path Breaking free from our exasperating horror, &n
Misery Embraces MeA rush of blood to my head, My walls come crashing down, I run away only to remain still.Misery Embraces Me
I fear that I won’t remain much longer, No one seems to understand my ways, They only judge me before they know me.
I hate all the stares and comments, I wish they would all just leave here and die, But I don’t want them to feel my sorrow.
This blade traces along my lonely vein, It bears a mark which will always haunt me, A flow of crimson regrets pour onto the floor.
I know of love but love does not know me, My family shows no compassion f
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A charm In Tryst I Trust
... just waiting for me to screw up hey!! lol.
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