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The Darkest HourIn your darkest hour,
You laid alone,
I couldn't find it in my power,
To make your pain my own,
And then I heard the phone ring,
My heart came to a stop,
I prayed for a miracle,
But instead I hear the guillotine drop.
The sky fell,
The sun died,
The world vanished replaced by hell,
And I sat there and cried,
Oh my darling, why did you leave?
Why did you leave me behind to weep and grieve?
Why did you leave me behind,
To rot and bleed and lose my mind?
Tear drops fall like a never ceasing rain,
My heart goes cold with bitter cutting pain,
And suddenly I want to call you,
But I know that you won't answer,
I want to go to your house,
But I know you're not there,
Where are you, my love?
Why can't I see you?
Why can't I be with you?
Are you really gone forever?
You can't be gone...
But... you are.
Oh my darling, oh my darling,
Oh my darling Clementine,
Thou art gone and lost forever,
Please come back my Clementine,
The music box plays its rhymes,
And the clock begins
Accepting Light and DarkI'm not always good.
Nothing could change that. Nothing could.
Sometimes I just lose control,
Eventually everything takes a heavy toll!
But when I turn for the worse,
You're always there to uplift my curse!
I'm mean and I'm viscous,
I'm terminally capricious,
I'm impulsive and needy,
I'm selfish and greedy,
The sun sets on darkened skies,
Unveiling a hidden darkness in my eyes,
The caged monster inside me bates me,
He claws at my eyes so I cannot see,
My mentality is a thin string, the beast holds the knife,
He's fighting for control over my life,
And when I can no longer stand,
The guillotine drops from the sky dissecting the strand,
The beast is sadistic! The beast is insane!
He turns a storm into a hurricane!
And in the midst of calamity,
When the monsters flood my blood-red sea,
You're always sitting in the calm of the eye,
And I'll swim to you. Just don't let me die.
The beast possesses insatiable hunger,
He growls with thunder,
He barks with the sound of exploding bombs,
What I didYour mother gone, your father dead,
And on your own death-bed you lay,
While the whole time from dusk 'till dawn,
I did nothing but stay away.
I tried to go,
But fear held me back,
From my shattered mask my cowardice began to show,
My craven face visible through the cracks,
To think I called myself your friend,
When I didn't come for you in your time of dire need,
That I wasn't there for you in the end,
I should rot in hell for this deed,
When I heard I should have ran to you,
I should have been there by your side,
But instead, what did I do?
I stood by idle until the day that you died,
Three days you spent in the hospital,
That's three days you spent alone,
Because I sure as hell wasn't there,
Even though you were always there for me.
I was a scared little boy,
You could see the piss running down my leg,
I was a craven coward,
No better than dirt.
Despite all the things I did for you,
Despite all the things I ever said,
The only thing that will remain true,
Is that I am the worst frie
I'm Cutting You OutHere's my cold and icy stare,
Glaring straight your way,
I feel my love for you vanish in the haze,
You grow more distant day by day.
I once said I love you and that's I'd never let you go,
But I guess in this case you made me a liar,
And I wonder if you know,
That without you, I've soared higher,
I guess you should have said your good-byes,
Because today I'm cutting you from my life,
I'll take this blade and cut our ties,
I whittel away what's left with pocket knife,
I'll cut away until absolutely nothing remains,
Now you're just another forgotten name inside my bitter heart,
Crstal clear vision is what I have gained,
In this you played a vital part.
I guess I'd be a liar if I said I didn't care,
But the way you treated me just wasn't very fair,
Look inside your bitter heart, I bet there's nothing there,
But I'd be a liar if I said I didn't care.
I loved you was so very, very much,
But that was a way different time,
And I no longer crave your touch,
I'm glad that you were never mine.
This Is Random~Hey I don't know if you got the time or not
But if you like random this is the spot,
I'm just a normal guy,
Breathing air so I don't die,
I'm fucking bored a little high
I'm sick of hearing bitches lie,
Gotta last another hour
I'm so bored and life is sour
But I gotta find the power
Keep movin forward I'll never cower,
Being bored is an utter crime,
Gotta bust some rhymes to help pass the time,
Gotta step it up a notch
There's not much time left on my watch,
I guess I'll go wherever the wind takes me,
Wherever the hell that place may be,
Maybe an island, maybe the sea,
Maybe the sky where I'll be free,
I've got just one thing to say,
I'm the greatest in every way,
There's no denying I'm the best,
Just gotta get that off my chest,
So don't challenge me, Mr. Big,
I'm the big bad wolf you're a little pig,
I'll turn you into strips of bacon
Now I hear you quakin,
This is random plain and simple
Gotta pop that nasty pimple,
Get grossed out, I don't care,
Judge me if you fucking dare,
The All Seeing EyeThe All Seeing Eye
I was eighteen when I discovered that I had the sight.
At first I thought I was delusional. Crazy. Off my freaking rocker. Completely and utterly insane. I had the mind to go ask my doctor to go check the medicine she had me on. I mean, after all, it was this type of thing that got people strapped into straight jackets at the nearest loony bin, was it not? So no, it was not worth being deemed mentally insane to believe I could actually see into the future, especially when the things I was seeing were so crazily insane. I had recently had some of my friend's brownies earlier that day. I wondered briefly if they were perhaps pot brownies. If so, I was more baked than a thanksgiving turkey, and that would be good because that would mean I was not crazy, only stoned out of my mind.
In my vision, it was night time. The crescent shaped moon hung high in the sky, casting an eerie glow over the landscape, sometimes making the shadow
My name?I'm like an anchor, weighing you down,
Making you grimace, making you frown,
My presence makes you feel cold inside,
You can't shake me no matter how hard you try,
I'll make you mad,
I'll make you sad,
I'll break you,
I'll tear you in two.
I'm a wave, pulling you under,
All you hear is the crash of thunder,
I'll trap you in a world you hate,
Tempting your fate,
I'll make you cry,
You'll want to die,
You'll do anything to escape me,
Anything to set yourself free,
I'm a knife, piercing your heart,
Promising you a new start,
You'll bleed out, all alone,
'Cause I made you face this on your own.
And wonder why,
You lifted that knife,
And ended your life.
I come in many forms,
From foggy mists to violent storms,
To each their own,
But I'm all they've ever known.
My name, my dear?
My name is depression.
I'm one cruel hearted bitch.
You Meant the World To MeWhen I was with you, the pain seemed to vanish,
You were my song of healing,
Your radiant smile shone through the darkest storm,
Your presence chased away the demons in me,
Your touch gave me wings to fly,
We were perfect, you and I,
Even though we never shared it in words, that deep yearning love was there,
To me you were more important than breathing air,
I was a shattered mess,
Broken and bleeding and in distress,
You made me whole,
You glued and stitched me together,
You breathed life into my soul,
Lessened the strain of each endeavor,
Each night was restless waiting to see you again,
I couldn't wait, but finally the time came and then?
We'd spend the day together once more.
With you I lived happier than ever before.
At least, while it lasted.
A SmileI'm waiting terrified for the last decision,
You gently touch the knife,
My heart is pounding, waiting for the lethal incision,
I almost see the blade shedding the liquid of life,
I hear myself choking with my own blood,
The sound of the knife rending my flesh - a deafening thud.
But your hand goes further; over the axe it leans,
Shining ruthless under your fingers,
I'm about to die, by all means,
A sick suspense lingers,
I almost hear the sound of my breaking bones,
The gushing blood, the moans,
But no; your hand, well, further it goes.
"A gun? "
With it easily it will be done,
Infix the cold metal and let me bleed to death,
"Will it be fun? "
Just imagine the blood outflow until the last breath,
"Or a hammer? "
My body you could simply mash,
But you'll need to endure the blood splash,
That will stain your hands and face.
But instead that, your fingers, they retrace.
"The most lethal weapon isn't any of these",
You say stepping back, as my heart is starting to appease,
"It would be to
A Bottle Of AlcoholOnce again, laying on the floor,
I can barely move,
But I'm still holding on,
I keep it tight in my hand-
A bottle of alcohol
My sight is blurred,
A strange beat I hear in my head,
I think I'm feeling great,
Because in fact I can't feel nothing at all,
I've let myself fall,
Drown my thoughts in a bottle of alcohol
I thought it will help me,
Maybe it will set me free,
Erase my mind, get a new start,
Delete the memory of you from my heart,
Help me move on-
A bottle of alcohol
I pull out the phone,
I'll make a try one more,
But all I hear is the robotic, impersonal voice,
" .please try again later", she said, just as before.
All is in vain, the "later" turned to never.
So I'll take another shot,
It can't harm me anymore now,
You already burned me on the inside,
Maybe soon I'll die,
My indifference about that is something I can't hide,
You already killed my soul,
But maybe will take its place-
A bottle of alcohol.
Long ago I gave up the fight,
Because I've lost you,
Arms Of A StrangerThe view is painted today in such blazing colors,
But at least are dimmed all the errors.
The vapid grey of his eyes turned into cyan,
While the blonde hair had rapt the shine of the sun,
Bodies without faces are swallowed by the mist one by one.
The distorted sound seems stunning,
But at least is indecipherable every word coming.
My sight is blurred but I think his face reminds me of another "him",
In these whirling waves I can barely continue to swim,
So I hang on this stranger's face,
Catch him in a breath-taking embrace.
The words I said came out so twisted,
But my tongue is knotting,
The phrase was almost spitted
His lips are stretching into a smile of understanding,
A whisper that is supposed to reach me floats away,
But I purport this was okay,
Sure, except the moment when I've almost lost self-control,
A sudden contact of our lips imbued with alcohol.
The Hope That Kept Me AliveI thought you were here,
I thought you would stay by my side,
But It wasn't real,
Now I know I can't hide,
It was just an illusion I've created,
My own happy world, far away from the dark.
When the truth was right in front of me,
I lied to myself telling "this can't be".
I closed my eyes and wished for better,
I wiped my tears realizing this will come true somewhere near to never
But at the end of the dark tunnel, I've seen a light,
It was a drop of hope,
The hope that kept me alive.
Hanging by the thread of hope,
I've figured out that you're so gone.
Were you even there?
All this time I've been alone,
Holding on by a shadow,
Feeding with memories,
In a world of hollow.
I am just a fool, I keep the memory of you alive,
Hiding from the crowd, they'll never understand,
But in the end I think I'll survive,
Or is this another illusion?
The hope that kept me alive
SorryTo the future children of this world, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry that life is so tough.
And that not everyone is going to like you no matter how spectacular you truly are.
I'm sorry, this world is filled with hate and prejudice.
That everyday innocent people are killed either by themselves or others.
That because you're different you might have to run just a little harder than everyone else.
I'm sorry for the fact that true friends are so hard to come by.
And that one day they will still hurt you.
What sets people apart is whether they're worth hurting for or not.
I'm sorry that one night (or many a night) you will end up lying in the darkness crying all alone.
And that you might never know the reason why.
And I'm sorry that you're not given a choice to be born and the only thing you can do is make the best of it.
That sometimes hard work just won't cut it.
I'm sorry that sometimes you might be alone in a place you never wished to be in; with not a soul in the world to watch over you.
What does exactly life mean?
Let me crawl out of my dark corner and spit out my own definition. Let me shed these words before it becomes illegal. Let me crawl out for a moment; after I finish you can toss me and my ripped soul back in my gap. You can laugh at me and my foolish words. You can spit on my face and step on my heart.
And I know you will.
Life is built of silly, great, sweet, glorious, uplifting, cheerful, colored lies that we are used to call dreams. You can claim that I'm insane but try to analyze your dreams for a moment. Try to grab those sweet words you whisper to yourself every night. You can try but it will never become true, just like your dreams. Sure, five people out of twenty-five will see their dreams turning into reality, but for how long? Seeing your dreams turning into reality involves seeing them shatter down to pieces.
You may say that I'm negativist. You may give me examples of people that built up their dreams and lived happily ever after. You
Do You Remember?I burst into laughter,
You're begging me to let you go,
Do you really think this is a joke?
Now is time for you to bow.
Do you remember when you used to call me "freak"?
What made you believe that I'm so weak?
There's nothing bad in being different,
Now, I hope you know how pleased you should be,
To know the real me,
A mad psycho, that's what I am,
And with a bloody murder, that's how I'll end this game.
Do you remember how you used to break me down?
Everyday bit by bit, why you wanted to destroy my soul?
But I didn't let you see my tears,
I turned my back, pretending is not real,
I couldn't let you know my fears.
Now, I hope you won't mind,
If I tear you open wide,
Chop your heart,
Do you remember you did the same?
For your savage death you are the one to blame.
Why don't you laugh in my face once more?!
Do you believe now that the wheel can turn?
Well, your whole life is about to bend,
Take a look at my hand,
Is that your miserable life that I'm holding?
With your own blood,
Glass WallI look at you, you look at me,
I miss the way we used to be,
I call out your name, but you can't hear,
Even if you're standing there, you're far away from here.
I sit and stare,
I know is not my world anymore,
A glass wall separated our lives,
Built by broken promises and lies,
An impenetrable wall without a door.
How could we let this happened?
When we got this to an end?
But now my world is shattering,
With tears in my eyes,
I'm leaning on the wall,
Waiting for this world to fall.
The sky is coming down on me,
Sherds of sun are ripping off my skin,
From the pain soon I'll be set free.
You stare at me,
But your sight is empty,
I touch the glass wall, waiting to flee,
Or maybe just to drown in my own blood,
Destroyed by my expectations,
In the end that's all I've got.
I close my eyes,whispering "goodbye",
I don't hate you, I never really did,
I smile, even if now for me is time to die.
HopeHope is just the lies
I tell myself
Hope tells me tomorrow
Will be better then today
So I don't cry myself to sleep
Hope whispers that next time
I'll do things right
When I only make it worse
Hope says that everything will be alright
When I know it won't be
Hope promises that there is a perfect
Person for me and that one day
I'll find that person
Hope shouts that one day
I'll do great things
And will always be rememebered
So that I'll never truely die
Hope sings of a better place
When there isn't one
Hope mocks that it could be worse
But most of the time
I'd do anything to not be me
Hope is merely a lie
But that's okay
Because a lot of things are lies
Written in BloodThis is my pain, written in blood,
How deep it runs, its ceaseless flood,
Droplets of scarlet splash onto white,
My deep red sorrow, crimson and bright,
Blood-drops of agony splah onto the floor,
Searing pain bleeding through all of my pores,
This is my pain, spelled out for you,
Pooled on the ground in visible view,
It's written on the walls for all to see,
And yet nobody seems to connect it to me,
This is my pain,
It's driving me insane,
This is my pain,
Written in blood but all in vain.
EasterRemember what you love,
you with sand in your teeth
and the feral burn of hunger
in your eyes.
God sends his regrets.
He made you grasping and slow,
in a late hour
when the wine washed low.
Remember what you love.
Fall to your knees in the toss
and the swell, quell
the appetite of the cold black sea.
Beg blessings for your home
and the salt-sick trees.
Reach what lies near:
the fat-faced child, the sweet-soft lamb;
tether the tantrum, trickle the blood.
Offer psalms to what is holy,
whisper the name of what you love
as it bobs in the bleak mad sea.
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