Take me away,
from all these images...
As much as we have vested, lurid escapades engross...
Herein our primordial reign has gained, a slapping...
Why does everyone think I'm weird
Because I like hearts and stars and skulls...
Angels Eyes
She presses that mask...
Told himself, gazing
at that poor coming to him...
Push down your throat some clarity,
With little happiness to go...
You judge us
when you dont even know us...
The same routine, we are all sheep
failing to show the secrets we keep...
I feel like i am traped
no one hears me no one wants to...
I get sick and tired
Of phony people that act like they care...
Some, although are young,
can make you astonished with...
The stars tell a story
Of times left forgotten...