Poison
flowers beneath the sun, tell me child your life's just begun..
Well the sun goes down...you cast a frown.. child run home.. your times all
done..
Run little child, run through the fields, must run faster its almost here
Well the moonlight shows your smirky grin, child of Satan, child of sin
run through the fields and hills of hell, your time is here, your time has come
eating poison flowers beneath the sun....
PAIN
Tasty
violet butter cups bathing in the sun, eat the right one to find the one..
A voice in your ear...you do as your told, putting a flower to your lips and
kissing your pain, your life fades away.. run away.. a whisper swallows, you
follow the light to the end of the tunnel.. now you must find.. passing echoes,
you run with your heart beating fast
following the moving shadow, still you run. never getting closer, never being
farther,
never getting any closer to your one desire, never being any farther from where
you began..
will you give up...or only proceed your pain
Talent
Rolling in my thought, my disease is of
thee obvious, To those untrained eyes, its blind, trapped,
dead inside, to bring me down,
your coming down with me,....its a talent
I'm done breathing, im done proceeding my ways,
your done believing, and im done consuming your days,
Dump your feelings onto me, confide and lay back, crawl back in shadows and
hide, stepped away from..
Open, yet look into those eyes, tell me its useless, takes a real talent,
suicide
Test my patience, pull on the threads, my thoughts, one by one, pull and tear,
rip them from my head..
If I could wate forever, then what would you do?.. do you really want to trust
me?..
or is that just your talent soaking through...
Ñëçrø§¡š
Unfolded
in time, untold with lies, useless dreams and suicidal days, settled back
there's more than one way...
Carved and hollow, dead outside, birds of pain fly by my window
a blood driven tear rolls down my face, my arms grown weaker, as I reach for my
fate
to see your face, to only remember, a pictured thought, remain in my mind, dead
delusion
flowered times of non belief, smiling back, a painted scar
Tarred and hollowed a never flowing blood loss, a cut so deep, even deeper than
love
never being, never seeing, never healing my wound, ill never forget you, not
ever in time
I hate you...
Hows your
life,
hows your fate,
Dont throw it away,
dont make one fucking mistake,
dont breath,
dont speak,
dont confide yourself
dont live,
dont die,
yet only misguide yourself
forget all your passions,
forget all your dreams,
you are worthless,
and so are you schemes
your dreams are ahead,
yet hardly in reach
your passions are hopeless...
so now,...
you think your life is to?..
More so, The Same
Unfeelingly
dreary, awake in my bed, ubiquitous thoughts, I feel close to dead
I reach for the light to open my eyes, blinded by guilt, its almost time
Unwrap my body, yet now its clear, but a dense fog, rising, this air ascending
is so mindlessly blinding..
Today, is but a cyst on my view
For reasons unknown, its only a hope, a dream of mine ,to find the perfect mind
and but share it with mine
inspirations unknown, I dont want to change a thing..
Today, is yet but a slit of the wrist,
stimulation to the vein, the blood is exceeding the pain,
Im getting bored again..
Never confident enough to make the right decisions ,I throw it away, buried and
hide instead
come back to it later, when its to late, digging it up,
when the choice is already made
I pull back a finger, and let it unwind, like a pluck of a string, my only grip
in reality,
but yet a key to my mind, to unlock and confide, its the pieces lost, that will
fit in time..
I lay down my tool of for which ,I wish was talent, step out this door and back
through another,
to find only a bend, a change in my skin, I feel shallow, I feel hollow, this
door is locked, barred yet by sorrow
Unwind my fingers, and break reality away, I dont need this seed, for im
throwing it away,
taking it in, everyday ,this is life, for and im still alive
Some mistake has taken place here, so ill take what I want, and what I want is
mine,
I dont hold it precious, don't care if I die, if I do, im not asking why,
to get up and see, reaching in my shadows, what I hold close to me,
what I cant reach, what I cant be, what you cant see in this particular state,
what makes me,
me
Walk
Spin around, frown, tie me down now in a shiny
ribbon pocket
keep all your losses, and but swallow them safe, alone in the back and conscious,
all the times I've forgotten your still here..
Consider me blind to all your needs
a shiny little ribbon and a pocket full of dreams
walk me through, all your fantasies..
for I am blind, and I cannot see...