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I ChangedTrying to cover the tears, trying not to show my fears.
Why do I keep it all inside? My pain getting harder to hide.
I used to be cheery, it used to be real.
But now it's different, and they're making some big deal.
Saying "Why are you so sad?" and "You look depressed."
Can't you just leave me alone, let it rest?
So maybe I've changed...what's that got to do with you?
Just because I've changed? Well maybe you have too.
Sorry.I'm sorry for the things I do,
sorry for the things I say.
Sorry that I talked to you,
sorry that I'm this way.
I'm sorry that I trusted you,
and sorry that I lied.
Sorry that I laughed at you,
sorry that I cried.
I'm sorry that I hated you,
I'm sorry I loved you too,
I'm sorry that you broke my heart,
and that it still belongs to you.
EscapeI'm trying to escape,
trying to get away,
trying to ignore what they do,
forget about what they say.
No move I ever make,
can ever be one right,
every simple thing I say,
always starts a fight.
I'm sorry I'm not perfect,
the way I'm supposed to be,
the thing is your slowly killing me,
why can't you see?
I'd really like to run away,
where someone would understand,
to someone who could see my pain,
and gently take my hand.
Hey, Pretty Girlhey, pretty girl,
try not to cry.
i know he broke your heart,
it all was just a lie.
hey, pretty girl,
try and smile just for me.
forget all about him,
he's worthless as can be.
hey, pretty girl,
don't let this bring you down.
you've got far too pretty a smile,
to waste it on a frown.
Invisible Girlshe's the girl who doesn't talk,
too hurt to say a thing.
she's the girl who misses you,
seeing you makes her heart pang.
she's the girl who hardly cries,
she wants to come off tough.
she's the girl who fakes a smile,
you'd never know her life was rough.
she's the girl who you put last,
but say you love her most.
she's the girl who'd cry & cry,
if you became a ghost.
she's the girl who messes up,
she can't do anything right.
she's the girl who gives up first,
no, she won't win the fight.
she's the girl who'd give everything up,
just to be with you.
she's the girl who needs you most,
the girl you look right through.
Open CasketAn open casket,
a black rose.
I bend over her body,
my tears stain her clothes.
I feel their empty hugs,
they say I'm in their prayers.
As I mourn her death,
upon me are their stares.
They say they understand me,
say they know how I feel.
But I can see their steely glares,
they pretend this isn't real.
I say my dear goodbye,
they lower her into the ground.
I throw myself upon the dirt,
and weep without a sound.
MisunderstandingPitter Patter, goes the rain.
Her cry, filled with pain.
Where is he?
Where did he go?
Didn't I see him? Just a minute ago?
He was here, and now he's gone.
And now a thought begins to dawn....
He's left her, he's moved on.
She loved him, he loved her too.
Or so she thought, and in her mind, a plan begins to brew.
She'll get back at him, oh yes!
She will, she'll make him pay.
She'll even kill.
He took her heart.
She took her life.
And now that man has lost his wife.
He didn't leave her, he hadn't moved on.
He was too late....and now she's gone.
Pitter Patter goes the rain.
And now his cry is filled with pain.
Can't Help Loving YouI really cannot help it,
It says so in my heart,
I really cannot help it,
Though I didn't feel so at the start.
But now we're closer and I realize,
I'm lucky to have you,
All the things you say to me,
The sweetest things you do.
You cheer me up,
When I am down,
You make me smile,
When I frown.
You may not ever realize,
My feelings deep and true,
You may not ever notice,
I can't help loving you.
I'll never stop loving you, there's no way I could.
One Last GoodbyeWriting one last letter, saying one last good-bye,
My blood falling to the floor, as if coming from the sky.
"You told me that you love me, but we could never be,
I cannot live without you, so I'm doing this you see."
"If we cannot be together, then I don't want to live,
I've got nothing left at all, nothing left to give."
I close the envelope softly, seal it wish a kiss,
Turn to look the other way, and wait for my dismiss.
Upon the PavementHe is a dove of the deepest black
His pain is real, but to him
It's all in his head
And will die in his heart
He is a dove of broken beauty
His sunlight hair and velvet blood
Lay against the pavement
And cushion his head
Against the cold world, the dark world
His bloodied hair covers the trauma
Those feline eyes are sharp and dangerous
So still and angry in his head
Their purity rises one wing higher
While the other peeks into the shadows
Those strange eyes are his curse
He is made of stone and heartbreak
His mother knew him not at all
And his father's comfort turned him cold
With its dirty loving, broke his soul
He is made of bits and pieces
He stitched his heart with threads of doubt
They seeded there the rebel thoughts
And turned him hard against the world
So all the people turned to grey
He reinforced his heart with walls of scores
His tan body is pale with cold
Within the bottomless folds of his too big coat
Where wire arms wrapped in muscle
Are forever taught with the weakest, wi
Portrait of the Beast of the MountainHe sits silent upon his grave
Through snow and sleet, rain and heat
Sitting still through history
To hear the pleas of those with pain
His eyes are cold like stone,
As are his eyes, grey and hard
Which stare down his nose
At the souls of those who cry
Upon his throne he sits and stares
Silent, waiting, watching the years
His peering eyes and solemn mouth
All upon that his rigid mask
Strong arms and legs with solid muscle
Sharp ears to hear the prayers of all
A whip to punish all deserving
That is the Fox that rules the land
The Serpent and the LockEvery passing second, so filled with noise, I hear the words I most despise
To love is to give your heart away, to hate is to lock it up and declare, upon the entire world, war
Yet which, to the single soul or thriving heart, would be so much more devastating?
Were it to be by my judgement, a ruling of ceaseless reasoning, I would rip away love's guise
Peel away its slippery skin to reveal the snake within, a bane to our hearts and nothing we abhor
When hate is just that, simple red, black, and blue, hate is but a melody requiring no regulating
So which is worse, I ask my dear readers, hate? Or lies?
Honey Colored ObsidianOnce upon the Sun's long path,
A fairy rose to take up her twinkling dance
Across the hall where the moon still sleeps,
A shadow creature spins and leaps
Her eyes of diamond blink sweet light
And his of ruby are pure beauty and fright
His form is silken obsidian and she is liquid gold
Their bodies twist around each other
And their souls knot into a breathtaking whole
O what sweet love it is between the Fairy and the Crow
Shoot the DovesHe is going to kill himself tonight, he promises this to the entirety of the world
The blade will come down like the heavy gavel and pass judgement on his endless strife
Nothing can stop him and nothing will, no person, no fear, no regret, nor wisdom impearled
There is no eye to behold his trodden upon hands and feet nor any ear to his cries
I watched him fall, I stretched out my hand so he could take me down with him, yet he is gone
And soon, with or without his loving embrace, so too shall I be, sinking, sinking, into the abyss
To join the boy who fell without hate, without true love, without warmth, beyond the new dawn
Where our tears shall rise from the brink of our mothers reach high above our bodies' sinful bliss
And I shall love it, and I shall love him, and every minute of our love we shall be hated
We shall be ignored and no answer shall be given up from the crowds of those who promise love
Until our bodies fall apart away from our frames, my fingers outreached until they touc
Wholeheartedly, I begin to wonder, when I'm all alone, what would you say if you knew me? If you knew what I wished for? There are times when, without regard to who I'm with or where I am, I am overcome with something so tremendous that it brings a quiver to my hands and causes my barely fluttering heart to falter and gasp. These I ignore, at least until later when not a soul nor mocking gesture of ugly sympathy can grace me or taint my tears. It's times like those, moments when I am locked within the whitewashed walls of my too big, too empty, too cold room that I understand and that I tear away the layers of armor that I pad myself so delicately in. They are the only times I am truly myself. When the cold of my numbness actually hits the flames of my hatred and quiets my mind into the deepest sorrows. When the poison of temptation coats my mind so sweetly that I can do only my best to resist the call of an ending.
It's become apparent that
The Shadow's StoryShe beats her fists against the crimson walls
And tears claw tracks down her cheeks rubbed raw
A note of insanity creeps into her torn open mouth
As it sobs out her screams ripped from her throat
But nothing hurts her
Those limbs that are colder than a corpse's embrace
Are wrapped around her frame like the blanket of hate
And nothing can ever touch her and nothing ever will
Because they only see a monster ready to be killed
But they didn't look at her
Her voice is that of a banshee singing a requiem of her own
Yet still she cries for help she will never get
And curses the ones who she knows will never give
Whilst she bleeds the death of the horror's of woe
And never is she heard.
Something ForgottenThere's something burning in my chest
A warmth that hurts me like no icy daggers have before
It's the thoughtless gestures made by friends
And the warmth that a family is always to give
I thought it would always remain as it is
Frozen in sorrows and lost to this worldly plain
Never again had I ever thought I would see
Or even feel this warm feeling, this thing that's killing me
It's the thoughtless gestures made by friends
And the warmth that a family is always to give
It's something I believed I'd killed with my own hands
And yet why is it here, why does it still live?
Moments like these I once held so close
The warmth of a mother and the time we shared once
I thought I had closed it, that period of time,
The gate I thought locked to this weakness of mine
A cup of tea shared or warm cocoa in a mug
With a few passing words filled with smiles and love
Small things like this, I thought forgotten
Sweet times like this I thought I'd erased
Why now do you torment me so, after I've finally s
Little Miss It“Do you enjoy her company?”
That, Avadaci concluded, had been the extent of his grandfather’s kindness. Thank the stars he had broken his neck after a failed attempt to ascend the castle staircase. Not that many were privy to this information. The official listing on the cause of death involved something along the lines of falling in battle after slaying at least a dozen demons, although this was treated with quite a bit of skepticism by the general populace. Yet, interestingly enough, a decent portion of the locals believed a tale about the cannibals of Unkhtom devouring him whole.
Not that Avadaci really cared how his grandfather had died. He was just glad he was dead. And if he was glad his grandfather had died, Avadaci wondered, why did he have to attend his funeral? In fact, the whole kingdom was glad his grandfather had died. Why did they have to attend the funeral?
“Oh Avad,” proclaimed his mother, “obv
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