I don’t know what insanity is. If losing control of my own life Is an explanation for my behavior Then hold me down... Inject me with the serum

This orb you hold Grasped tightly in your hand Sapping the life... the strength From its miserable youth... It beats not for life

I watch you With eyes that see deeper Deeper than what mere light shows I want to tell you so much But the words linger

A fading hope Like wasted dreams Spiraling down... Molting feathers... Leaving scars...

In the time you’ve come to know The toll of time Ticks at the bell And reveals itself to you From the pain of darkness

It’s easy to tell me “You’re doing fine.” All the decisions are mine. No worries No distractions

I’m tired Of the way You look at me With such a pitiful stare I’m sick of your glare

Sunk beneath the cold dark earth I am unheard... My heart is a shattered tomb A black hole... I can’t control myself from my dea…

Black river I cross, Salt trails across the grave. Piercing my deepest wounds. Serpents temptation guiding me, Black sharp talons engrave my birt…

Morning America Welcome to hell Where mortal souls Give into sinful pleasures Poverty abundance

I raise my glass To the clock tower That mocks my birth Counting my timeline Enrages my soul

Innocent lost lamb... Burrowed into her wings Her heart torn Abandoned... Trapped in her cage

Within the abyss I see your façade My heart twisted Frigid soul Turns to stone

Fluctuating eyelashes Clicking I’ve got to get your eyes off me Pink as lovers A lovely curiosity

Here she’s sitting All alone On the cold bench In the evening breeze Her black chipped fingers