Standin' still.

Hey there. Yes you! I am standin' here. I won't run anywhere. The girl who like to smell, I will be waitin for you. I love you. :)

insanity.

I always had a weird fascination for masks,
The kind that is made of skin.
Pretty sure you have no idea,
Images that are lurkin' within.
You know you put on that fake smile,
And thinks everything is fine.
Not wantin' to worry.
But deep down inside you are dying.
Are humans that fake?
Made up of burnt plastic face.
No one could understand our motive,
Then again that's what we believed.
Think of it as a disease,
That will never leave.
Or like the flower that withers.
Imagine black particles swallowin' your face,
What remains is half of your skin.
You quickly try pull it off,
But the harder you go,
The more it sticks to your bone.
So you took one last glance at your portrait,
alas the mona lisa is dead.
Scream all you want,
I am sorry to tell you..
Your time is up, the light is dead.
The demon has consumed you,
Even your soul has ran away.
Can your family love you again,
Could they understand the pain.
Oh no, not agian.
Who am I to judge,
I am fuckin' my life away.
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FUCK
I GIVE UP
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can you hear my laughter?

Meaningless lyrics.

It's the startin of a brand new day,
I am struggling to stay awake.
Figuring out the meaning of life.
Maybe it's alright.

Here I am again,
Where you wanted me.
You know how I feel,
Making me all so crazy.

Breathin hard to feel,
Lookin at her eyes.
Understandin those fear,
Underneath those tears.

So won't you say if it's okay.
To come with me,
And live every second of the day.
Or will the feeling just fade away.

So Here I am now,
Where you wanted me.
You know how I feel,
Making me all so crazy.

Red eyes, black disfigured face.

He is dark,
He is hollow.
Empty inside with no soul.
Torn apart like the angel's halo.

Darkness consumes him,
Evil lurks within him.
Like the wicked crow,
That fool is no where near low.

Lookin' into the mirror,
At the reflection.
What does he see?
A broken image, can it be?

He is the devil,
Monstrous as he will be.
When he cut himself,
Black blood flow into the sea.

Picture this in your mind,
A scarred face and a broken eye.
He can stare into your soul,
And know every rhythm and time.

Despite that, look at him.
He is just a plain old tee.
Just a normal guy with a smile.
Screamin' from his eyes.

Stay away from him,
As far as you can.
Be afraid of him,
After all, that fellow is..

me.
He is watching your every movement.

Cryin' kids, Weepin' widow, Dyin' world.

'The depression isn't to cry because your mother beat you or didn't leave you to go to a party, is to be in disagreement and nonconformist for what surrounds you, violence, evilness, ignorance, injustice. It is to see the world in obscurity and agony. Not to be able to support so many misery." - Unknown

Time bomb.

Walking through this valley of death,
I see spirits that are upset.
Haunting me and begging me.
To let them be free.

Should a man keep his emotions in a bottle?
Should his sanity be shown on the cover?
Honestly, I do not know.
Cause he is on the brink of losing it.

Watch yourselves fool,
There may lies a bomb in you.
One wrong move,
It's the end of you.