FireA crackle.Then a spark.How bizarre, to feel.A tall glass of water.A tall glass of nitrogen.A tall glass of anythingto extinguish flames so old. I'm burning, burning, someone put me out.A tree strapped to my back,the fire will come creeping;the fire will attach. Someone get it off, It's the only thing I ask.
StalkerThere,in the dark,no flash,no light;you hauntand you reap,and you keepout of sight.Stalked,in the black,no soulscan see;You've creptup behind,and, oh! youstartled me.That,in your hand,a knife?A gun?You're death,with a scythe;Now you're hereand I'm done.
ChoicesHow can you choose?Simply put, you can't.Left or right,or up and down;Direction's unimportant.No matter where you turn,the road will come to endin tragedy and in regrets;in bruised and broken hearts.And still you find youface to facewith indecision and fear.Choose one and wisely, please.The left is a journey long,you'll travel years and years,and you'll grow tired,and you'll want to quit.A journey into thunderstormsand into blinding sandstorms.Remember your rewards;A beautiful oasis,shelter from the storms;complete and utter bliss.The right is easier,but it's rugged,and it's troubled.You'll travel through hardship,you'll travel through pain,and it's a different kind of storm.Remember your rewards;A beautiful oasis,shelter from the storms;complete and utter bliss.The road left is a new one;through the ages, never traveled,that was never its intention.Wishes to remain intact;untrodden and unbroken.The right road,it's been traveled down,and you'll m
Lie to MeLie to me,Tell me no truth,this heart is cracked enough,It's broken and scarred,blood's seeping through,the last truth was enough.Lie to me,Make this heart smile,Watch it lest it frown,Selfish expressionsof love and war,Might send it spiraling down.Lie to me,Let your lips wander,stray from words that hurt.Leave my brain to ponder,Useless ideas floating everywhere,Useless, crazy ideas.Lie to me,Tell me you love me,Tell me that you care.Then watch your liesnibble at my soul,watch them throw me to despair.
DeceptionBut you told me you weren't ready... you're a dirty liar.You seemed plenty ready yesterday... a measly four weeks later.I wanted a relationship... you didn't even try 'er.You kept flirting, eyelash batting... a dirty instigator.I believed every single word... you hid the truth so well.No "I don't like you that way..." very much obliged.And I can't cry, and I can't feel... locked in your satisfied hell.I hope that you'll be happy now... parts of me have died.
ListenI know that you aren't listening,but I thought that I would writefor you, a sappy love poem... ...again.You probably won't see this,but I don't want you to.You'll frighten and you'll flee... ...Gone.Silent screams are echoing,through foreign halls comprisedof dozens of perfect strangers...