Liquid Fire
You spread your disease and you know it's contagious
You're filling our veins with fire and it's just to enrage us
And as the syringe is emptied of all it contains
The virus flows through me and I'm breathing your flames

I'm a flammable liquid and it's raining lightning
And I'm just waiting for your lies to spark and ignite me,
As they scrape against the truth I can feel the explosion
You can watch incineration at it's best in this fiery ocean

Sun scorching orange, cherry ember red
Fire coats the gasoline soaked cement
And the shards of glass on the ground reflect,
A thousand pictures of the accident
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Meh..something.
It's nothing.

The bandages can come off, scars have formed.

New wounds are ready to be made
I feel it again, that feeling of warmth
I'm ready for another masquerade

These thoughts fall like water.
-My vertebrae; this column of bone, nerve endings, and veins pumps sensation and blood throughout my body.
Energy is failing.
Like a knife you cut deep into my spine. And these cuts are stinging from the rapid flow of my blood. Falling short, my fingers and tongue.
[Insert Subject Line] Landing and splashing to form puddles of new consciousness. I haven’t [felt] anything in ages. And all the while my mind has been so numb, and numbness comes when a feeling is too overwhelming to handle.

And I’m somewhere else.
My mind is somewhere else.
My thoughts are somewhere else.

Someplace too far for you to reach.
[Good]

Even I have trouble trying to breach the walls of this celestial paradise.
--And yet I can’t keep myself out.

Shape of the Storm
Crossing your dark, woven path
Letting his pride fall behind
He scrapes against the pieces of glass
That rain down from the sky

And upon this gray dusk
Out his veins formed of lust
All his blood pours from
The cleanest of cuts

Hearing voices, though shattered,
Cry with weak tongues from the shore
These splinters of sound form no pattern
As they flow through the storm

And upon this gray dusk
Out his veins formed of lust
All his blood pours from
The cleanest of cuts

I'm the one you want to bury, and I can't speak so I'm just staring.


I'm on the edge of my seat
And all the words are on the tip of my tongue now
It's getting harder to breathe
And I'm about to stand up and scream my lungs out

Calm and Collected

Sharp, shiny and metallic
This silence becomes so thick
So perfectly smooth and slick
You can’t hear the seconds tick
And you just want out of this

My words are dust upon an old book with empty pages
Worn away by eyes searching for meaningless phrases
I was lost long ago and placed here on this old shelf
I spoke to myself pretending that I was someone else

Never Knew
You always acted so amused, and you never told the truth. I never saw the pattern; I just waited and watched as you shattered. This is my regret, for all the words I never said, and all the ones I never meant.

I want you to know that when I see you I just burn, I can tell you still suffer, and I know that it must hurt.

You always acted so amused, and you never told the truth. I could never even tell, I just stared into nothing while you fell. This is my regret, for all the things I’ve done to your head, and all the things I haven’t yet.

I want you to know that when I see you I just burn, I can tell you still suffer, and I know that it must hurt.

You always acted so amused, and you never told the truth. I never even figured, I just stayed still like inside your pictures. This is my regret, for the secrets about where I slept, and all of yours I never kept.




Well that is just horribly written.
It needs a lot of work.