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We're all a bunch of filthy liars Yeah - everyone's a sinner - Sweetheart And your eyes are shooting daggers Right through my cold heart And we're all a bunch of animals This is all one big fantasy We're hiding in the dark - howling at the moon Baby - sink your teeth in me Let's hide our hearts behind these fangs And pretend this is not in vain Because we're killing ourselves just to get by And we're killing ourselves at midnight Yeah - we're dying and we're crying and I don't know where I'm going Maybe my fears are finally showing So I'll hide my heart behind these fangs 'Cause deep down I know this is all in vain Let's laugh

A single tear escapes my eyes And slowly rolls down my cheek I can no longer stand the lies They make the world cold and bleak The cold water slowly steals my soul Stiffening muscles and making me weak Still, I smile as I near my final goal I've almost reached the peace I seek I've become too tired to swim And for a time, I simply float As the night stars begin to dim I hope they find my goodbye note

  I don't know why I'm writing, or what I'm writing for or to who but I'm writing. I haven't done this in a while. It been too long it really has been. I don't even know where to start. So ill start here. I've been getting high and for once I know why. I've been getting high because I don't like reality. I hate it. So I escape it or try to.  Drugs have always been a part of my life. I guess whether I like it or not. Lately I've been out of my head. That's where everything hides. Memories, thoughts, Ideas, and the monsters. There's monsters inside my head they come and go just like a hotel. My Grandfather once said "Monsters don't sleep unde

She walked through the fire on a Sunday Tempering her soul, to match her witts And all the while she stood and smiled like an fool Receiving envelopes of spring to stockpile her youth through the winter A virgin among the savages She is beautiful, a charred smile The pressure turns her into a diamond But it all sounds less sincere A Russian accent on a warm night in Rome Beautifully tragic She walked through the fire on a Sunday Tempering her soul to match her witts An uneasy role with so much priviledge Like a lamb who volunteers for the slaughter ...What a beautiful thing...

She walked into the room with a pot Empty, she filled the void with the weight of our love Broken heart and picking at the scabs, Trying to find whats hidden inside A broken romance I watered the weeds Not realizing it fertilized her lies I must've been high to think I could Break through the lies The sound of her voice I was in love with the thought of her, She was afraid to be alone and so it started

There she was, radiating hate in the nicest of ways Stretching her shadows deeper into my eye sockets, Clawing out my insecure delusions Changing the rights and crushing souls of men ..We were weak men.. No match for her victim stance It was always just a game I was just too stupid to see I became the villain in her wicked fairy tale Meta morphing truths at her convenience Twilight zone scabs and lost days Inked the same behind the necks of serpents And so It began at the end where it should have just stayed Furthest of acquaintances and passers by Like a wasp to the honey bee I'll bury the past She'll wallow in it Swimming in her ocean

It seems like a few days ago we were so close. Holding hands and smiling. Then an awkward silence. Why did it become so loud? Why did I ever let you in? I don't wanna hear. I don't wanna think. I don't want to be in my mind. Why did I ever let my steel wall transform back into a heart? I became so vulnerable. I fell in love. I really thought you could have been the one. Razor blades, They cut so deep. Now I've given you the chance to see me bleed. Why did I ever do this to me?

With a cigarette in her lips She starts the dance Freezing time and space Translating her words Electric lightning She inhales so deep As to shake the gravity of my romanticism And sexual intentions She breathes Exhales her self esteem Showing my irrelevance A meaningless existance Like the crow to a young Edgar But her secret is not discreet Her red lipstick sleeps with many The lines on her face Like a map of the world She's just an ink stain On a striped sun dress in July I guess I'll be her bleach

Tiny crystal teardrop Rolling down my cheek, You have a hundred stories to tell, Though you never seem to speak. Shining little drop of salt Falling from my eye, the whispered tales you seem to say Expose my every lie. The sparkling singularity, resting on my face Is a silent scream for help for this unforgiving place. Glistening point of quiet perfection, racing toward the ground "Silence is the most powerful scream," And you have yet to make a sound.

A burnt-out Faded star Takes it's last breath In a beautiful explosion A blaze of fire and radiation Ensuring it's planets lifeless As if to say "Fuck you all" "I can't take this, anymore" Gone; Bright to night Dead and cold Forgotten