Fallen from sky
I adore this
Warp away my
Tarnish my life’s
What monster knocks
Tyrants and Devils
My yellow road
What more awaits
My terrors grip
These night terrors
Days begin to
I do not
Just songs that
Who will I be?
If hell Is
then take me...
I bang this head against a beam
Anything to stop a scream
I knock this face against the wall
Hear it crack just like a doll
This shrieking in my head must cease
Then finally, some goddamn peace
I drop her body with a thud
In an icy pool of blood
Figures she would make a mess
I’ll clean it after I’ve had a rest
What Could I Do?
What could I do to push you away?
What would you do, if I hurt you?
How could I shock you—with me?
How would it feel to be thrown away?
How could I melt your smile?
How could I make you hate me?
Why do these thoughts keep blooming?
How come I can't believe anything lasts?
sometimes, i have an urge
to ruin the best things in my life.
it comes like an impulse i can’t shake.
i think about taking this love in my chest
and watching it die slowly.
i itch to suffocate this lovely flame
in weak pale palms that should be stained
with blood and yet they remain
only by sheer force of will because
i know what lives under my skin
and it is barely restrained.
this power to kill what love i have will someday
spit in my face and choke the life from me.
and then it will reach for the person next to me.
Stressful schedules, crazy commute
If only the world had a button to mute.
If only I had a moment of solitude.
Be careful what you wish for,
it might come true...
the pandemic is at the door
don’t let it get to you.
If there’s one thing I know
it’s how little I know.
I built me a confining jail
only nature can post the bail.
I told you I'm no good,
But you didn't believe me,
And I had to kill you.
You never listen to me
And now you have no choice.
Since I have taken control.
Was it too hard to see?
I am worthy of time and love
You refuse to give to me.
Now it's all up to you
So make the right decision.
And I will make this painless.
What if... no.
But what if... STOP IT.
It's better not to think of these things.
To shove them into the pit of our stomachs, where we can pretend they don't exist.
Pretend their claws aren't carving away at the softest parts of us.
Oh, you say you don't have them.
Claim that my demons are not your own.
We both know better.
That moment, looking out from the balcony.
You wonder what would happen if you were to lean just a little further.
The way your fingertips carress the edges of kitchen knives...
lingering on the metal for just a moment too long.
And if you were to turn the steering wheel an inch to the left...
These thoughts are just daydreams,
born from a curious mind.
It’s a Quiet Death under a Silent Breath.
Twist, shake, rip, shock, break
No one knows because they don’t want to
like shielding the sun from your face
Wouldnt believe it if I told you
Tried a million times
They make me into something sick with something to prove
Woulda been better if I hadn’t killed myself when I turned red
Woulda been better if I just learned to play nice and be friends
I love them too much
If I just agree, this will never end
If this won’t end, I want to end
Let’s pretend.. Let’s pretend..