burymeinblack666

Richly decorated spoils, Ruined the childish mind. Demands upon demands, Kick open door after door. "No" is often frowned upon, The child grew up without dismissed want or need. Playmates are no better then the servants that kneel, Beauty is never only skin deep. And he'll never know that his parents grew up as the peasants on the street, Working and dirty, now in clover they live. Treason to speak of such unpleasant matters, Richly decorated spoils ruined the childish mind.

And add up totals of dates changed and review our past, Because the future is grey and intricately placed in water. We've memorized these lines a thousand times, But for me it'll only get harder. The shouts flood into doors and bounce off walls, Our voices collide in an internal symphony that's broken beyond repair. And pain radiates the most toxic and deadly of poisons, So we are addicted to the hurt in each other's eyes. We throw glass and lamps, and I bounce emotions off your voice, The flood has just begun, our years seperate will never heal anything. I wonder if we will miss each other eventually, Yet I hope not, simply for th

If you listen to me... ...I'll tell you the truth... ...About all my secrets... ...And the lies that bind them together... ...I'll tell you things no one else knows... ...I'll whisper it in your ear... ...And tie it with a bow... ...I'll sing it to you... ...Like a forgotten melody... ...I'll play it like an instrument... ...And make the whole world hear the sound... ...I'll post it like sticky notes, all over the earth... ...And make you find every last one, until you are hurt... ...I'll read it like a story... ...One you will never understand... ...I'll make it into a villain... ...One without a hero... ...I'll make it into

If you listen to me... 1.)I lie, a lot. I don't know if I want to, but Im rather compulsive at it. But, I only seem to do it if I think it is utterly necessary, and they are /usually/ small white lies. But sometimes those small ones collect and make one big, black one. Don't they? ...I'll tell you the truth... 2.)I have a lot of secrets. And, as T.S. Elliot says "Nothing makes us so lonely as our secrets." And he was right. And yet, the one person I actually trust enough to tell isn't here anymore. ...About All My Secrets... 3.)I have severe trust isues. I trust maybe a handful of people out of the many I know. When someone comes along I

And Im writing my destiny, Letting the ink run over bleaching white. Im finding my soul, In this darkest of night. I want you to be here, I want you to remember. This snow is like your heart, And the ink is like mine. My tears fall to be drunk, By the moon's empty gaze. He will fall out of the sky, Intentions forsaken. This wind is cold, It tears invisible knives into my skin. I am bleeding this ink That I write with. And my flesh is my paper, Torn and stained. You aren't here to remember That I have a name.

And it was guilded in gold, Dipped in lies so many times. I've stopped counting the wishes I want you to make, And started distrusting your judgement. We fought day and night, Over such worthless treasure. And look at where we are, Broken memories past. I'll make my wish, And you can forsake your own. The lies we weve, Poisonous webs infiltrating. Darkness consumes us, As the wishes take affect. And it was guilded in gold, Dipped in lies so many times.

Deep within we both know how it is, And the weight is weighing us down. I'm wrapped up in your neon asphyxiation, Drowning in all your little white lies. And I'm starving for your attention, Wrapped in your arms as tight at you'll let me. We'll never begin to understand, Exactly how this will end. So we'll just keep coming back to each other, Even if it will be our unraveling. Because we both know the truth, It isn't right. But it isn't wrong. And when the time comes that is true, I'll post us on my wall like sticky notes. And scratch your name, Into the paint. I'll cut our lullabies into my arms, As I sing you to sleep.

And the wide sky stretches before me, I'm lost and alone. Wondering how this could happen, The waves crash against the shore. I'll never forget the sounds, That you made as we lay on the sand. The laughter, And the smiles. Now I'm alone, Watching the waves crash against the shore. I'm wishing, That you would return to me tonight.

We all have something to learn, From the people around us. Our older siblings become our teachers, And the younger become our students. Mother becomes a goddess, And Father a God. And you worship them, Can't wait to get their praise. Family is strong, And yet fragile at best. If you hold on too long, It could shred.