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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
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
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
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,
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,
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.
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
I Think I'm Ready For The EndThe sky is bright, but it's turning into red,
The sun is coming closer,
It seems like the whole world is about to bend.
The earth is shaking, is about of breaking,
Smiling, I look up ahead,
Maybe tomorrow is something we'll not get,
But as long I've got you, I think I'm ready for the end.
They're screaming, running,
Trying to get out alive.
I don't care,
I can see we're about of dying,
This may be the ending,
But I'm sure will come a new start.
There's no use in crying,
So I'll take your hand,
And as long I've got you, I think I'm ready for the end.
The earth is opening, releasing the creatures of the deep,
Flying above us, trying to devour us alive,
But I don't worry, I keep saying "this will be just another trip",
On our shoulders they'll land,
To tore out our eyes,
To cleave our head,
But as long I've got you, I think I'm ready for the end.
The flames of hell seems to come out,
Wanting to quench its blood hunger,
They are desperately running,
From death they think are hiding,
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.
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.
Is This The Way I Chose To Be?Look into my eyes,
Do you think I'm made of stone?
I'm just exhausted of those useless cries,
I'm sick of feeling alone.
Behind that sick mischievous grin,
The full of hatred tone,
I do have my own dream,
I do have a soul.
Why don't you look into my eyes?
Behind my own stone wall,
That I've built to defend myself from the lies,
That's the way I've chose to be,
Why can't you see the real me?
They say is not true,
The person I'm trying to prove to you.
Maybe they are right,
Is there a real me that I'm trying to hide?
Maybe in time I just turned into a monster,
I destroyed everything was nice from me,
Is this the way I chose to be?
I stare at my own reflection,
An empty sight, pale skin,
The good has been burn,
I think I can't recognize myself,
There's no way to turn.
Destruction became my new passion,
Hurting others is a hobby,
Is this the real me?
Is this the way I chose to be?
I will never believe,
I'm not a monster, not a ghost,
Maybe a dark shadow,
My own dreams I stopped to follow.
This NightUp on the sky,the moonlight is so bright,
But as I look at your face, I can't understand what happened this night.
Your body is cold,but so my heart,
Your flesh is torn apart, but so was my soul,
When you left me all alone.
Painfull screamings, tears and blood,
Are hauting me tonight,
But it doesn't matter, I don't care,
I can live with all this blame.
Your whacked body lying down there
But trust me, this time,
You ain't going anywhere.
I yelled at you come back to me!
But I couldn't let this be
I grabbed your hands and begged you-don't!
You pushed me away, tried to leave again,
With my face soaked in tears I sworn-this ain't gonna be this way
Blind rage, frustration, broken soul,
This night they took again control,
They blurred my eyes and mind,
Through the shadows of the night,
I've let the anger be my guide
So I've pulled out the knife,
I stabbed you in the back,
This night I ended your life.
Life Spilled On A PageI feel like I can't take it no more, here on the floor I lay,
My days, my nights, the moments of my life,
Lost their color, fade to grey
Staring at this blank pice of paper,
I see my memories on rewind,
Starting then to write,
What I really feel inside
I really do my best,
But it seems I just failed this life's test,
I'm nobody and like this I'll stay,
To get up there is no way
So I spill my life on this page,
The only way to free myself,
From the frustration and rage,
I'll paint and write my memories,
While I'm trying to feel again,
The soft touch of the air's breeze,
But it seems like the time is frozen, all I feel is pain
As I write,
For a short moment I've felt like everything was alright,
But then I woke up to the real life,
The dark, grim world,
Where I'm always wrong
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.
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