A timid child, a smile crested his features

He wore a golden scarf, and a white coat.

The timid child, had but simple sneakers

And but a stuffed bear, to cope.

The timid child, sat in silence, as others chattered

He offered a smile, but knew no hope.

One by one, they all disappeared

Left alone, the timid child; He fiddled with his sleeve.

Then came a single boy, unbelittled by his need.

The single boy, sat next to the timid child, and offered his hand,

A sweet voice, erupted from his pale lips, as they began to stand,

“You can play with us too.” Was all that was heed, banning his bear from his side

As he too, stood with the boy. Faint pinks, spreading across his face; as a wildfire is to a forest,

He nodded vigorously, and soon sparked a fine smile. Hands intertwined, they sung of mayflowers,

Much like a chorus.  The timid boy, was no longer timid, by the end of the day.

Life is like a waterfall

We drink from the river, and then we start to fall.

Drowning out the noises, from head to toe, was covered in blue

Panic, washed away. It was only then, we flew

We flew, like the blue birds in the sky; just like the blue fish in the water

Death is like flying

We fly in the sky, and then we start to fall.

We slowly wash away those dying breaths; and reverberate a sound of life

Tis’ when, we start to climb the waterfall, and start anew.

I know, your sickening heart traces along the laces of hate

I know, the thieving person you’re really out to be

And it poisons my very soul - Oh no, seems you cannot see.

Drowning in your own greed – Oh my, I know who you’re really out to be.

Disdaining my trust

Your impious lust

It blights, it must

Oh, dust to dust

Ignoramus tool

I’ll bring about the dull

I’ll cut you out, and gouge your eyes

Oh yes, it won’t be all too pretty

You’ll be wasting away with the flies

And I’ll be here, sharpening the knife

I know, your sickening heart traces along the laces of hate

I know, the thieving person you’re really out to be

And it poisons my very soul - Oh no, seems you cannot see.

Drowning in your own greed – Oh my, I know who you’re really out to be.

You can lie to my heart

And I’ll bring the end

It's never the end, I'll be here

in your head, in your fears

death can take me -- it's never over

sever my chains, I'll be here

You could stream a thousand tears

You could live a thousand years

I'll be here

waiting to kill

I am a scavenger

a vulture if you will

It's never the end, I'll be here

Crawling in your head, ready to steal

the one thing you stole from me,

I plead, I damn, yet you had my heart in your hand

It's never the end, I'll be here

With your heart in my hand

It's mine now, I claimed it back.

Your limp body, it has lack

Just like when you was there, I'll be here

That's when it all goes black

And you'll be waiting next.

I require a surging push

Oh, that curing touch

I retire of the purging thought

Oh, that churning—hush.

Remedies won’t fix me

I’ll still be seething

Oh, healing touch

Oh, killing – hush

Every scar one day will heal

Every tear one day will seal

Every smile one day will fade still

Every word one day will still feel

Every scar one day will finally kill

I require a surging push

Oh, that curing touch

I retire of the purging thought

Oh, that churning—hush.

Remedies won’t fix me,

Forever in a comatose

Remedies won’t fix me,

Without the searing pulse.

Remedies won’t fix me,

With the daring morose

Remedies won’t fix me.

You can’t fix me.

Night takes the day

As the thieving hand takes the might

Heretic fools, blight my sight

With their secret little lies

Little marionette, I’ve strung your strings

Passion play, sip from the spoon of kings

Little marionette, dance for your master

I’ve got you trapped, you shan’t escape my disaster

Unruly obstructions,

Untrue perfections,

Unhealthy obsession,

Life possession

The minister certainly strung those strings,

He simply drank from the spoon of wise kings

Promised the marionette to dance,

In exchange to break that virginity glass

Sinister vocation of the vile minister

Mister, bow your head and pray for the dead

Mister, bow your head, and pray for my sister

Mister, take a bow to stop that mean ol’ minister.

Mister, mister,

Won’t you?

It been 10 year, since the decease of my sibling

It been 10 year, of long pain and suffering

It been 10 year, I’ve been alone, playing with myself

It been 10 year, I’ve succumb to the darkening creed

It been 10 year, I’ve never been able to find oneself

It been 10 year, since I’ve tread that path

It been 10 year, it been 10 year…

It been 15 year, that I’ve married my husband

It been 15 year, that I’ve gone without prayer

It been 15 year, that I’ve seen that delicate face of yours, dear.

It been 15 year…It been 15 year.

It been 30 year, I’ve nearly forgotten your features

It been 30 year, I’ve now two children, each born on the day of Easter.

It been 30 year, I’ve last seen you.

It been 30 year…It been 30 year.

It been 50 year, I’m old, wilting, waiting

It been 50 year, that I’ve come to realize…To stabilize.

It been 50 year, and it won’t be 50 more.

It been 50 year, and I plant my grave stone, to reach those skies of your

It been 50 year, I’m no longer here.

I know I'm not seen, incorporeal
Should I even try to be to be real?
I look around, and everything is surreal
I try to hang on, yet I wasn't really heard

You know the deal - no one gives a damn
I'm just another soul, to be damned
Dull colours in hand, there's no colours
Just another sob story, throw the flowers

I know I'm not seen, Incorporeal
Should I even try to be to be real?
I look around, and everything is surreal
I try to hang on, yet I wasn't really heard

Tripped over, like it's nothing
It's not nothing, it's something
something, that should mean something
But it doesn't. It's humiliating

I can't face the melodies
my heart is as fragile as glass
I'm forever in pain
Don't you see that's it's stained?

...I forgot, you can't see me, I'm just another nobody.
I wish I could be seen, loved, just like honey
I want to scream, mutilate, destroy my face
I don't want to be invisible: Please open my case!

Hiding beneath the knife in my room
I carved my pain within
No one will notice anyway: None too soon
I need to stop being a sin sin sin

I know I'm not seen, incorporeal
Should I even try to be to be real?
I look around, and everything is surreal
I try to hang on, yet I wasn't really heard

Too many feelings, gone without
My frail heart of glass; there-out; I shatter to fast.
My invisible soul: Without; out to be cast.
My lifeless body doesn't hear out; it's all slack.

Will I finally be heard? Will I radiate with colour?
Will you look at me? Will you listen to me?
It really is just another sob story; there aren't any flowers
I don't really have any keys; I really won't be seen: It never changes.

In the darkest of days

I lay, building my fingers over another.

In the time of thought, alone, forever

I couldn’t banish the howling, in my head

In the darkest of days

I turn on my side, staring at the grey wall

I cower, unable to tarnish this howling

Hallucinations, take my sight; farewell.

In the darkest of days

I let my inner demons run wild

Watch as they trample in fire

Feel as they whisper into my ear; a liar

In the darkest of days

I never knew, what it meant to be free

I always knew, what I was meant to be

Through and through, I tire of the same thing

In the darkest of days

My demons spoke to me, once more

They told me of the good, and the bad

They took what I had as a core

And left what was sad

In the darkest of days

I wish it were just that

Never to feel, never to know

Just to bend, and finally stay still

I ask my seven sins, to kill no more.

In the darkest of days

I wish it were the light

I wish it were the bright

I wish it were the light, the bright, fill my sight.

In the darkest of days

I lay in bed

I lose my inspiration

I lay in bed

I lose respiration.

I lay in bed

I lay in bed, in the darkest of days.

Hushed white free fall, touched in fluidity, lavish from the heavens

Trifled, flushed breaths escape the pale lips of my own – The cold breaks upon my flesh

Quiescent limbs, incentive enervated, I awaited the taciturn snow to blemish my heart.

Fortification--bastion of white, suspend over me – Clasped, in its unforgiving tide.

Equilibrium percolate from the edges of my mind – sweeping away, like the very storm, upon myself.

Dismal grey, pierce through the tones of my senses, blanketing out all color. A soundless body, were I.

Melancholy, sung its woe as the white, daubed the sky, and now myself. Repentance, fading away, like the autumn leaves are to a winter solace.

Silence, is all that fogs above the ground now.

I avow to nothing

Yet the hate keeps running

It feigns of loafting

It lurks, cunning

Your sate-filled craving, never dries empty

Hate-filled beating, my bones are limpy

This consuming divide, crumbles simply

I raise my head for the high above

Watched as we all succumb to the lingering lies

I am sure of, discret flies,  for none.

We inherit the vice

Weapons rushed in blood

I raise my head for the high above

My prayer a blessed heed thereof

Suicide, forever

My name, erased

My sins, thin laced

My existence, serrated and jagged.

Those who join me,

Innocents, gone

Homicide, a song,

A song, sung,

And hung away -- Just like me.

Ticking, tock, goes the clock
Time runs loosely, through my fingers
My demise is nigh, I swollen with shock
Run, I must, I must escape time

Time would never give a dime, it never were too kind
I run, I must, pace on, to the end of time
The floor escapes from underneath, I run away from time
My last chapter is upon me; I abide to naught, I run, I must

My final chapter, will not be the final chapter
My life, will not be the end of life; but I run, I must—the final chapter is not the final chapter
Keep my book open; never turn the page; let me stale
I wish to linger, but soon find my body is rejecting

The clock is ticking, and time never escapes
My luck is clicking, and time now forsakes
The clock is ticking, and now my chapter ends
My luck is clicking, and never opens again.