Welcome To The House Of Twilight. Ignore the blood-stains.
Always be weary of what lurks in the dark.
Maybe in the end
We got just what we deserved.
You're Nothing.
Just Fleeting.
Not Lasting.
Not Real.
I honestly think I am wasting my time. How much of you is listening?
Do you wish to know me?
Do you think you know who I am?
Well you don't
Nor will you ever should you keep
Looking forward instead of behind.
Keep Walking Towards The Light, And One Day You Will See The Reasoning Behind My Words.
You can tell me again and again that I am;
useless,
helpless,
depressed,
dark,
cold,
insane,
confused,
stupid,
ugly,
lazy,
un-motivated,
un-caring,
worthless
or hated.
Just don't ever tell me that I am talentless
If a part of you absolutely must know, then I shall tell you what I am; I am simply, who I am.
I am a writer.
I am a singer.
I am a visionary.
I am a poet.
I am too caring.
I am afraid.
I am a friend who tries to
Avoid getting too involved.
I am a person who loves dark things
No matter what you think.
I am not happy
But I am contented.
I am not a conformist
Don't even start
I am a lover
Who has no one to love.
I enjoy picking at old wounds
In order to get a reaction.
I am a sadist
With a corrupted soul.
And I am most certainly
not who you think I am
I have been formally
Rejected by fate
...Lovely
The last thing I want is control, the last thing I have is stability.
It isn't your job to fear
Nor am I looking for sympathy.
I have none to give
Even less to receive
And my heart has long time
Frozen over.
So accept me as I am
And judge me not for what you think I am.
You have no way to see it.
No way to know who I really am.
I don't need your pity.
I need to continue as I am.
Because I take pity on you,
For being an angel
In a world of devils.
And I take pity on you
Because you still believe
That I am pure.
Why can't we just admit that we hate eachother?
At least then we would have something in common
Superficial Pains
It isn't my job to care
So I shall keep my distance
And close my eyes so that
I can remain blind to the
World that lays so
Dimly before me.
It isn't my job to worry
So I shall cry at night,
As long as no one sees
Me do so then I shall
Be safe from my own heinous
Nightmares and hate.
It is not my job to carry you
When your pain becomes
Too much to bear on your own
And you crumple under the weight
Of your own inabilities.
It isn't my job to pick you up
When you fall of a mountin side
And hit every rock on the way down,
In order to distract yourself
From your own inner pains.
It isn't my job to love you
After you single handedly ripped
Out my heart and mutilated what
Was left of my empty soul.
And it is most certinally not my
Job to care for you when you
Stand with a shovel with a rusted blade
And ask me to help you dig your own
Shallow grave so that you may hide
From the wretched world we live in.
So I shall leave you to your own doing
And I shall pray for your redemption,
And I shall remember you as you were
But I shall never care about the
Person that you have let yourself become.
Blind
Your so poorly made
that your heart is black
and your soul is empty
and your coming apart.
No one stands beside you
no one cares about you
you dont even care
about yourself anymore.
you're alone in the darkness
you cry in the night
you beg to be accepted,
and are met with silence.
Yet still you serch for
your purpose on this
wreatched, cruel world.
You poor accursed soul.
We may just be.
Fit to rot.
Together forever.
You poor helpless fool.
Eternity has no means
To cleanse our filty souls.
And so we will wander,
two lost souls in this
fragile earth
longing for a purpose.
What have I left to say?
You're one of the lucky ones. Now get out.
