Help Me XxFlyingtoo highhelppleasetoo clearhollowed eyes aren't meant to be openedthe truthe is too uglywhat I did to myselfwhy?Why did I do it?like I craved to be fucked uplike I needed to get a sick thrillout of ruining my own liferacingtoo fastmuch too fastcut the brakesdidn't want toputting on the straight jacketwhile my insides scream for helpwhy do I do it?Why do I feel the needto show the world a monster?the one I made myselfdeep insidepumping bloodhideous bloodspilled too many timesjust to show them whywhy I think I'm crazyto show them I need helpand don't want itto draw attentionto the monsterI'd like to think they madebut I'm the evil scientistto point the finger atuppersI hate themtoo cleartoo cleartoo much to seethat I've doneoverwhelmingsuffocating mewith the need to fill my hollow shellthe one I spent so much time creatingI didn't want thiseven though I didI did'nt want my brain to hurtfrom too much thoughtI didn't want to feel my
Theoretically Im Right. XxTheoretically Im rightdont you see?this form of elementary,were hiding the booksin libraries,where no one will ever find them.For knowledge is an unknown factand my opinions are slightly crackedand were headed east, where the sun risesor is it just falling backwards?Philosophy and wondering why,are the same thing,except no one takes time,to figure out what philosophy iswere too busy wondering why this is.and maybe ive just lost my mindbut oh my would you look the time,its too late to ponder thiseven though its morning in africaand maybe random is a bit vaguein the sense of verbal waysbut maybe im being a bit boldarent i just redundent?but shh this secrets yet to be sharedalthough i doubt you ever caredand oh my would you look at thatyou already heard it yesterday.and quiet are you listening?well look at that, just hear her singand oh my what a pityit seems that I am def.and none of this makes any sensebut thats ok ive got a dollarso dont you worry about
Just the Way I Am XxIm just methe way i ami cant explain itbecause sam i amand sam is heand you and iits ok to be weirdno need to cryi may be creepybut who really knowsdont need any sunlightwhen it snowsand when i smileits cuz im sickand ive just learneda twisted trickoh what is it?do i know?Can you see it?Will it show?Sorry im meits how i amfor sam is he,he's sam i am.he wont change ithow he is,no one ever pondered thisand no one caresjust who he isfor he is hesam is samand i am mewith verbal spamwe trick your mindbecause were boredno cards to playin the game of wordand why do you think?that i just am?for me to be meor sam to be sam?Dr.Suess got itit wasnt a trickIm just messing with you,getting a kick.giving a smileand dying insidefor i am meand i just hideand you are youwithout a cluewhile me and samunleash the zoo,to the other animalswe'll all be freefor sam is sam,and i am me.
Judging By The CoverXxA poem rhyme in A and Bit's not as easy as you Csome alphabetic rhymerya form of mild trickeryhow do you suppose,we propose to write prose?a conversation of the mindwere just telling it to waste some time.humming out a toneless verse,and from your mind it does coerce,a song that never seems quite left,because two wrongs dont make a right,but honestly who am i despite?It seems we've disobeyed the ruleswe fixed the clock with broken tools,and now were always left to find,no ones got time to tell the timebut honestly who really cares?its show & tell but everyone shares,and im just judging by the cover,and telling you what's not inside.
Poisoning My InsidesXxRipped open my chestThe hole is backMold and Fearcaked in cracksTemporary transplantsand twisted mindsHeart moniters blankbut who's got the time?Leave these chainsi cannot seeRestrained and stainedLeave me beBloodied wordshidden in skinyou were my illusion,and love was the sin.
Walking Corpse Chapter 4Willow stepped into the dank room and looked around the shadowed faces her breath caught in her throat"take a seat Willow" Kiko steadied Willow by a metal rusting chair with black cushions"Kiko what the hell do you think your doing" one of the shadowed faces sneered and Kiko glared at them." This is Willow Mortimer. You might want to bite your tongue for once Treyan."the room went deathly silent"i thought she was dead" another voice said."well so did i" Kiko said setting a hand on Willows shoulder."didnt she have amnesia before we presumed her dead?" Treyan glared over at them"Thats what I'm trying to figure out." Kiko sghed then looked down at Willow"Do you remember anything Willow?" Willow looked down and shivered"almost... I just... i can't remember living with my parents.. everything else is there"everyone was silent again as thy exchanged nervous glances"oh god..." Kiko closed her eyes tightly and hugged Willow "I'm sorry Willow, but thats the worst part.."Willows eye
Let's Pretend You CareXxTheoretically, let's say..You give a fuckand you want me aroundand i'm meant to livebut really i hear that your taping on a smileand trying to be a good personand pretending lifes okwhile i sit in my sub consciousand scream at this guy that wont shut upand im hiding in a cornerbecause the truthe is scarybut not as scary as meor the things i pretend to sayand i'll smile and wavewhen i want to stab youand i want to hideand die in my roomwhere the sun cant see meand i dont have to see itbecause the sun fucking hates meit doesnt heed my labelthe warning sign to keep me out of sunlightbecause id burn if you saw meor what i've becomebecause im fucking crazybut really who isntand whos really listeningno one at allso lets drown ourselvesand their bury our burned corpsesbecause no one gives a shit about the laws of physicsand the sun goes up to shadow the moonbecause no one has to make sense in a madhouseand sanity is judged by how insane we really are.So theor