What is this feeling
Why does it feel so wrong...
Three-hundred pens
on scratchy notebooks...
Say troubled child, how come ye're givin' up
why would ye want to spill a life filled cup...
I truely wonder why
death isnt seen as a good guy...
Darkness
It unfolds in us...
You Smile When Your Happy
You Cry When You Sad...
I feel really down
my head is spinning around...
Like an unfurled rose silently collapsing,
surrendering to the wind...
Breathtaking memories
are falling fiercely...
It is always the same,
in the very end...
The suffocating sky upon my skin
in heavy sheets of satin, locks me in...
Don't be mad at me when I lie to youÂ
Tell you I'm okay...