Deamin87

She tore through my soul. I lost it all. Mind.        Sanity.                  Feeling.                              Control.        Sanity.                              Control. A morbid masochist, she smiled. Fangs of black coal and crimson staring. Mesmerized by the gemstones of her mind. Frozen by the fire inside, I lost it all. She was mine.

Who is she? Fetid breath and ripped flesh. She's not who I remember. My dreams were less vivid. More clear. I ransack her face Looking for a spec of Mortality.              Innocence.                               Something. Anything, really. But all I find, all I steal Are bared fangs And vicious claws.

I Once Knew a Girl Made of Roses Cry your razorblade dreams, my love. Let them lacerate your eyes. Pour into it my peroxide heart. I'll be your cure if you are blind. Carry me away with you, Into your void of darkened night. Dream with me alone and bruised. A love of passion that ignites. Fight the fire with your deathly ghost, A tear once shed, now spent. The tear is lost, the fire's dead, And our love has came and went. I love again, a love not real, For you are on my mind, But the tears once there are now far lost They fall like the sands of time. Your echoes chide inside my mind, Darkly dreaming, I've awaken. A hamper

Puppets on a String. My baby used to be a ballerina. I'd watch her twirl out under the stars. We'd dance the night away On a stage so beautiful. Sinners though we were, Still we danced our time together. But now I haven't nothing But the memories. We grew too far apart, Fell out of love and off the Earth. And now all that's left Is the dancing skeleton in my closet. My woeful shame is but one wish That we could go back. Go back and dance on our stage Once more like loving sinners. I wish she'd just pull my strings again. You see, my baby use to be a ballerina, And I but a marrionette.

The Lyrics of Silence in a State of Confusion. Screaming at the silence And the white noise in my mond. Listening to perverbial voices On repeat all the time. Screaming their sacred lines, Their structured frames. Alone, but surrounded by people. The outside voice is maimed. There but never heard, The silence of the noise Engulfs one in a prayer of words. The mircrophones their toys. Their addiction is yours now. No escape at all. Run. Try to escape Down this endless hall. The music overwhems. Comatose your state. You take it in without a choice. A never ending wait.

I Love My Penitentiary. You can't hide. Your past will always haunt you. It's echoes chide. They instigate more pain inside. Let it spread. This disease will overwhelm you. It grows inside and won't release. Tear it out. Gaping holes to bleed and die. Dead inside. Nowhere to go at all. Your body fades, but not your mind. You cry and think and laugh and pray. You think and scream and start to say it. But it doesn't come out. It's like suicide. You smile and sit and say nothing. It's white. This institution is home. And you love it.