The 7 Seas Of Me

Everyone around is wearing a crown
And beneath the mask is a devil’s frown
But my smile cracks their masks
And my own failures make them laugh
And when I say everyone I mean the different parts of myself
Because when you live like this your tragedies excel
The mean, the ugly, and the insane
And countless fears that play me games
I sail on this ship with a hundred me’s
Fighting amongst ourselves in the loom of memories
Waiting to find land to escape these wretched fools
But this ocean is cruel
As it grips our ship with talons of deceit
Moving us to and fro with its insanity
Rocking our lullabies of horrid catastrophes
And singing of unmentionable atrocities
Homesick for our hollow souls
But greeted only by disappointment so cold
Lost at sea with all these deformities
Never turning back, only crafting our death and pain discographies
We lay in waste
To these hellbent waves
And slowly die inside, as we quarrel intensely
In these unmerciful 7 Seas Of Me.

Alone

The air behind my ears tickles my depression
As I stare blankly at these walls, revolving on my oppression
Knowing all too well, no one truly knows my mind
No one ever will, no one like my kind
My thoughts are so different, dipped in perplexity
And I have my own special home-made insanity
Trapped inside a trap within deception
Alone with only my own perception
They talk to me thinking they connect with my lost thoughts
But couldn’t be any farther from my faults
There are terrible things living under my skin
I try and try but I can’t carve them out from within
Every time I remind myself how alone I am I laugh
Because my life seems like a comedy around my epitaph
My smile is the perfect lie
That I’ve been concocting for a long time
A mask that can fool those who are ignorant
The people that can never understand my torment
The flames of hell burn within my chest
And no one will ever know how much I’m utterly wrecked
From the inside out, so I know that I’m destined to stay Alone
Only my fears care enough to stick around as they’ve grown
As I prick my skin with these needles in hopes
That I can have my heart and soul sown.

Like A Knife In The Moon

Like a knife in the moon, you feel the pain in the shadows. No one can see it, only by looking at your face can they wonder. Only everybody passes by you, using your light but never looking up. They take your glow and pretend you don’t see. So you stay in the sky looking over all, but virtually invisible. As time passes you fall into the horizon, and in due time you are forgotten for what you lit up in the dark.
You are described as depressing and dark. Only because you rise at night.Your light isn’t even yours, only borrowed by the sun who is always shining. All you do is paint the picture in the night sky, and pull the waves of tears down below. Every night you drag yourself through the night, pretending the next night it will be different. So you repeat to yourself, it will be different, until you reach the horizon. Then every night you are shown otherwise.
Those who look upon you with sad eyes only portray you as a mirror to their tribulations. They speak to you with words that never touch your heart, but somehow they think it does. Without a mouth to say anything you silently agree to what hurts you the most, that no one understands you. You can’t cry because you’ve done that, you can’t scream because your throat can’t take anymore. You can’t think because you lost your mind in the dark.
Walking through life with glass at your feet. You step on each glass knowing you broke the glass yourself. Yet you step onto it nevertheless, and you have a secret satisfaction to it. You look at yourself in the many shards on the floor and you only see your pain. It surpasses you abilities to express yourself, but you know its’s all written inside your chest.
Your heart is incomprehensible, and your mind can only fathom what you feel. You try and count your scars, but it’s like counting stars. You look back and forth and try to compare past and present, and all you can find is pieces of yourself lost and lost again. Your pain coagulates inside your soul, or at least what you think a soul is. Not knowing when the pain will end, you assume death is the only option. Yet it is said unending fire and agony will await you after you commit what you secretly long for. So you’re stuck in your cage battling your thoughts all your sorrowful life.
But at least you know the moon will always be there, letting you take it for granted. Letting you see your tears in the dark.

Hearts and Crafts

Cutting paper hearts with paper scissors
Falling through your fingers
Crafting hearts to hold
But paper is too cold
When hearts beat with a fire
Every night so tired
From making hearts to fill your own
But it stings from the scars you’ve sown
Art is within the heart
But is the heart within the art?
You never know how much love can be lost
Until the day all is gone
Covered in memories, drenched in regret
surrounded by paper, with names of the dead
your tears burn your paper cheeks
your heart drowning in insanity
And when you hear the darkness laugh
You’re busy with hearts and crafts..

Blind

Staring.. slowly
Looking softly, darkness growing
Eyes to see nothing
The world of dark
The world so far
Yet so close
But not enough to hold
In your hand, it slips away
No matter how much you wish it stays
And you cry
And the tears slide
Down your eyes
But you will never know what it all means
You will never be able to concieve
You don’t even know if you’re really crying
Tired of denying
Tired of trying
Because there are no dreams
That you can truly see
And you hold yourself as you fall on your knees
And scream
Beyond your lungs
As you succumb
To the eternal night
Of your mind
Everlastingly Blind.

Endless

Round and round my heart goes
In chains with pain I’ve always known
Sounds of falling tears echo across my empty chest
A place where all is dark and where I can rest
With no emotion is no pain..
Without a reason for life, there is nothing to gain
I run from my chains only to be choked again
Darkness and solitude are my only friends..
I’m running, never ending, and only going nowhere..
But to stop I fear, to be caught leaves me scared..
there is no way to say that which is infinite..
So my heart is incomprehensible only left desolate..
The sands of time seem to churn in reverse..
I lay in a bed of fears as I see my joy disperse
I seem to travel backwards in a time where pain rules all..
It seems the wingless clock will fall..
The hands of the clock grip my heart by the neck
Her screams make my ears bleed, I am left deaf..
As I move backwards, my pain is left far away
Only to return in the everlasting loop, pain will always stay..
In the end we all run into the arms of agony
Ebony hearts dance in the name of tragedy..
Forever and ever we shall dance the dance of hate..
And ever and ever we shall move the rage to place and place..
Countless, timeless, forever helpless…
Seamless, vastness, forever Endless…

Love Is Never As Advertised

My heart’s broken and full of poisoned arrows
Cries of pain echo down my chest of sorrow
Love leaves my heart horrified
Every promise of joy leaves my heart gore-ified
My heart’s cracking from the sides
Withering from all the lies
I remember times long ago
My dusty memories reassemble..
Three fake words, so familiar
I remember every letter, full of fear
My ancient memories seem to be repeated
The cycle of terror, soon I’ll be defeated
I’ve been running from my past
My hearts resistance wont last
I can’t wipe the horror from my eyes
Game of hearts, soundless cries
Running from the hands of the clock
They choke me, when will this all stop?
Mistake after mistake, I’ve grown weary
Consumed in my darkness, you can’t see me..
I can’t take this
Love is never taint less
You can’t help my heart
My sanity is far…from..stable..
My heart will drown in it’s demise
It seems love is never as advertised..

Music Box Of Paper Hearts

Origami of pain, folding each memory
The sounds of scissors cutting, like a melody
Were all just a paper heart waiting to be cut
The hand of love grips the paper heart, and crush…
A sea of paper hearts flow together
Wave by wave hurting forever
Drowning in memories, replaying pain
Over and over, going insane
The doctor’s gloves are on, time to rip your heart out
Trust me I’m a doctor, don’t scream, or I’ll sew your mouth
The serpent bites the heart filled music box
The poison kills the music, all emotions stops…
The melody of silence, lulls the heart to sleep
Every single memory, the heart weeps
As the heart slowly fades, and the pain rises
The soul is dead, and the person is blinded
As the new heart is reconstructed with lament
The person will never be the same again…
As loneliness finally sets in, with nowhere to go
The stitching and the twitching like a freak show…
The person is stripped of love, life, and joy
The music box will never again make its beautiful noise…

The All Consuming Despondency

Slowly being eaten, by your home-made darkness
Such perfect sorrow, your demons are flawless
If art is where the heart is, then pain is a masterpiece
Your joy is in ruins, but your pain is painted perfectly
Your impetuous actions led you to your tribulation
Trapped in your own heart, your personal damnation
Unending lachrymose, full of calamities
Such woe, your all consuming despondency
Let it take you away, fighting brings affliction
As all your thoughts, emotions, and dreams face extinction
From the black-hole of insanity
As your own agony
Rips you frantically
Slowly every thing leaves you
As the hole in your chest grew and grew
Slowly your screams spiral into echoes
Until there is only whispers, of a man who wont let go…
Of the very anguish that brought his demise
The hands of quietus abolish you, eaten from the inside
REST.IN.PAIN in your everlasting consuming despondence
And timelessly suffer from your emotional self-violence.