Call what you see, if you please. Loser, creep, weirdo... At least say it to me. To me. Me and not them,
We all have our kingdom, We all had a childhood inside, One that, when seems to be forgott… Surprises us with the gift of life And It is clean
Walk the steps that near the cente… Feet away from where we enter. Embraced by my dear defender A ghost of me still lingers there. Blades of grass, small turtles sna…
When the sorrow strikes And the roses spike And the day you dislike I’ll be there When the window shines
Whirl our way, dearest deceaser! This is your time and ours to fly! The time to fly nears, The deceased thrown in fears, While the living await death!
As I make my way to the metal Where the flames burn my desires, I drop my newly found petal, For it keeps me warm. I do walk my way to my sack,
With the Roaches I share An inanimate Stare And a messed up appearance That I cannot bear A Thought without clearance
In spite of all who have asked I tell them all the answer they se… In the answer they take a peek, As if in an insect flask. Inside the written words away
I lie on my bed A pen in my hand My brain does not stand I cant use my hand I don’t understand
In you and I There is a war That will not fly Without a sword You wield in hand
Welcome to the caverns Hope you cannot stay Darkness fills the taverns At the beginning of the day Leave while you are happy
Perhaps it’s best to go other ways… You don’t feel as I do, Juat me, All of you, You all, me alone. And even with you all
My head was of metal My heart was of straw My bones were of twigs For those who did not know They scarred each one
I stare at the sand upon these bla… I sit on their crippled and bent a… Think still on the words that thei… And sit in the dark as a common wa… The day is not bright, so it seems…
I write to you for I am alone And you are my last resort My time I wrote on a stone Of the moldy and broken sort I lost the hammer I used