Sunday, September 30, 2007


If you wake up one morning

and they tell you I'm dead

don't look around in shock

you knew i was fcked in the head


if they tell you

i cut to deep this time

don't wonder how i could

it's not a crime


if they Tell you

my blood stained the floor

don't lock yourself up

slamming the door


if mum breaks down

if she starts to cry

don't join in her sadness

it was my choice to die


if mum tells you she love's me

and if you say it too

think before you do

now that my life is through


if mum asks for your help

there is a funeral to attend

for a broken boy who's life

you couldn't mend


if mum says she wants red roses

of the fcking white one

tell her i want black roses

and to be buried with a gun


if she wants to dress me up

in the white dress she bought

get my used top and denim

in white i wont be caught


if she cries at the alter

help her to her seat

her heart is now broken

will she ever find her feet


if they sing the fcking church songs

that never made sense to me

go get skillet, or my chemical romance

the real me they will all see


if they go on and on

about everything i used to be

tell em to get fcked

cause they never knew me


if they ask why i have scars

tell em i couldn't cope

let em know there is almost 200

cause i ran out of hope


if you dream of me

of what i did that night

don't worry you'll never know

cause you wont get it right


if you think about my death

you cut the fck out of yourself

you lock yourself

upit's not good for your health


if you wonder what went through my mind

as the blade went across

it was all of you my angel

and all of the loss


if you think you could have saved me

stopped me before i went to far

helped me on my feet

caught a falling star


if you say you still love me
ars to your eyes
remember I'm still in your ear

and that will stop your cries

know i love you too

and I'll always be in your heart

I'll always be with you


if one day you remember my face

and it brings tears

Tuesday, September 4, 2007

Lucifer's song







Seductive melody is invoking,calling out for dance




bloody moon's the ruler of the night




Stars cherish, like reminders on darkened scars




left to testify above the horrid minds.






Sanguinary angels forgotten, now they fade




the demons are whispering chaotic prayers,




darkened flames of the emotions cremate every thought




as entwined liquid stars sing Lucifer's song.






Fallen Gods lustfully raging afore Creators dagger




the symbol of Lucifer's victory, the descant of blackness;




broken Sun slowly dieing while eternity bleeds




the dreams of lost shouts on the world are descend.

“Come one, come all, if you dare! Enter this house of unimaginable fear. Come inside and behold the horror! Your hidden evils revealed through the mirror…”

Three little children, not a single taint. Innocent little dears, blind to their fate. One is tall, one is short, the third is-odd of a sort. One is happy, one is sad, one never showed emotions as a lad.

The evil clown entices them in, “come inside this haunted den. Inside you’ll find only what’s hidden, deep in your soul, from others forbidden.”

Three little children, not a single taint. Innocent little dears, blind to their fate. Two are boys, one is female. She likes movies, music, and sea shells. She’s always looked up to both of her brothers-well that goes without saying because obviously they’re taller.

“Are you ready to enter this den of death? You’ll perish for sure, like all of the rest. Go in and find the path, it’ll lead you to be found,” tempted the ghoulish sadistic evil looking clown.

Three little children, not a single taint. Innocent little dears, blind to their fate. They go into the place of evil intent, to find the center which the clown hath sent. Walking silently, drowning in fear, they finally discover the center…and the mirror.

“Look inside it, and be consumed. It will surely reveal your perishing doom.” Echoed the words of the evil clown, nothing else was heard-not a single sound.

Three little children, not a single taint. Innocent little dears, blind to their fate. The oldest child sadly depressed in his heart, looked into the mirror first, and screamed with a start. The middle child next, looked into the mirror; he gave no reaction, not a glimpse of fear. The youngest stepped up, but quickly looked away, the nightmare she saw-she never would say.

The evil clown lets out a hideous chuckle, and begins to stretch and crack his knuckles. “My job is done, I know they had fun. One decides to shoot himself with a gun. One starts to party and break all the rules; he drowns himself one night while out on a cruise. The little one…her fate is unclear! Could she be the one I saw in the mirror?”

One little girl, who accepts her fate. Slaughters the clown with all of her hate. Because her brothers had seen their deaths, it ultimately led them to fulfill their quests. Perhaps not knowing how life ends is what keeps it going for all of her friends. No more deaths would this clown reveal. She killed him that night and destroyed the mirror.

Tuesday, August 21, 2007


The sadness brings the clouds down low
and raindrops to the sky
the darkness streaks the start of night
and tears fallen from their eyes.
The hardwood coffin bears my name
and date of death so told
Inside's my broken body
Dead and chilled with cold
I'm carried down to earthy grave
Upon the shoulders of my friends
The blood still seeping through the cracks
As they walk another bend
Lower me into the ground
The thud of clay to wood
My shaking hands scratched off my skin
I'd call out if I could
My breath is shallow and hard pressed
Soon I'll be out of air
The poison paralysed my heart
Don't do this, it's not fair
Above ground flowers on my grave
They're dead and without love
My headstone's a small angel
Choking the life from a dove
I'm fading, giving up my hope
Relax, my time has come
Remember though when you are judged
He will know what you've done



"you know what you have done..................beacause its only you and me knows what you have done
there will be a day..yes one single day all I need
and I promise that day I will take away all your greed"






Monday, August 20, 2007

"like being in love , to feel, for the first time"


"we're both looking for something we've been afraid to find."
For once in my life,I'm scared to death.

may be I'm wrong,I'm feeling right.

like being in love, to feel, for the first time.


Tear drops splatter on my favourite guitar,As i sit here

dreamin,wondering,how you are.

your voice is the melody of my favorite song:

the lyrics help to guide through what is right and wrong.

we're riding phone lines,just to see what we can find.


wondering if my head is right;

you're the image that comes to mind

Past mistakes just melt away;

the heartbreak isn't spoken-

No one dwells on times when we were lost or broken.

So release all inhibitions;

let's just free our minds;

"we're both looking for something we've been afraid to find."

It took us too long to realize that what held was true.

How could it be anything else?

All I can see is you

Sure, there may be distances-but we're not that far apart.

May be just in miles,but never in our hearts.

So lets take a plunge and we'll hold our breath.

I'm not afraid to admit that I'm scared half to death.


But i know I'll have you to hold my hand through it all,

and i know that you would catch me,if I began to fall.

So jump in here we go, as I'm holding my breath,

For once in my life,I'm scared to death.

"you tell me mthat I'm on your mind-

well you're that's all in my head,

I smile with all the memories;

I laugh at the jokes you said.

your kisses felt like thunder,I got lightning in my veins,

Cure to all my pain.


Never have I known something can be so right.

I would never you up without putting up a fight.

Some tell me I am crazy,they don't know how I feel.

while the rest if the world is fake,you are the who's real.

So just stay here, with me and let us save tonight.

may be I'm wrong,I'm feeling right.

So we'll ride these phone lines, hoping for that day,

The day when we can finally do what we always say


And i know that soon, it'll finally be our time.

So keep me in your heart cause I could never let you go.

i just keep telling you that , make sure you know

Its amazing how i feel, i hope that you dont mind.


"like being in love , to feel, for the first time"

Saturday, August 18, 2007

Who are we


Great Times of Depression
Changing to ones of great Succession
Learning from our mistakes
Knowing that there is no retakes

Our Adolescent Misbehavior
To questioning our savior
From our birth to our death
All in a quick breathe

This is Life

The feeling of great desire
The fuel for your inner fireT
he emptiness inside
When emotions collide

Dropping everything for a single cause
Knowing they’re the one without a pause
Being there for those you need
Watching the caged become freed

This is Love

Seeing your partner leave
For another person on Christmas Eve
Feeling the stress increase
As we cry for the deceased

The nervousness and fear
When our friends are scared
Being surprised at an occasion
And laughing at our humiliation

This is emotion

Being able to fly
And never fearing to die
Not knowing our fear
With eyes dry from lack of tears

Never knowing any pain
Just the sweetness of a sugar cane
Leaving home without a care
Just to do what you would never dare

This is Dreaming

Living your life obeying the law
While criminals make cities turn raw
Always holding your hopes up high
When deep down you want to break down and cry

Questioning everything we do
To what scientists really try and prove
Knowing only what we’re told
Wondering why the world is so cold

This is Reality

Spending our lives looking for
What’s behind that hidden door
The meaning of lifeCovered by strife

You wonder about it every night
Just for it you put up your fight
It’s covered with all sorts of lies
And those who realize always die

This is Truth

Sharing all you know
To trusting a foeLending out your soul
Just to reach your goal
Going through hell to leave
To do what you believe
Having hope for oneself
And trusting yourself

This is Faith

What this is, is a great composition
Of what makes up our disposition
We feel what we do
And question what we once knew
We give our tears to our pain
Only to have it washed away in the rain
We are taught to question
Then punished for the answer we mention

We are told to believe
Even when we see the world indulging in greed
We watch time go byWe are born to die

This is who we are

Friday, August 17, 2007



If I died would you care?
I mean, what if I was no longer there?

Would the world suddenly end?
Would you mourn me my friend?

Would you feel such deep sorrow,
That you'd care not of tomorrow?

Would you somehow honour me?
Could that set your conscience free?

Would people I hardly knew suddenly claim to have been my close friend?
Would they pledge their assistance to the cold, and bitter end?

Could you survive without me?
Move on and just be?

How many people would attend my funeral service?
Would the chapel be full and the eulogizer nervous?

Who would deliver that eulogy?
Would they say wonderful things about me?

As my corpse lay at the front of the hall
Would some be planning their afternoon at the mall?

What would become of my family?
All those who have grown to rely upon me.

Would the show of support be overwhelming at first?
But slowly diminish once they get through the worst?

I would be gone, simply not here.
They'd be alone to fight through the heartache and fear.

So what if I died right here on the spot?
Trying to finish a poem but this was as far as I got.

Would I be able to write the rest in my head?
Or would I just be gone, cold, and simply put, dead.

The world would continue along without me
Others now being where I used to be.

At first my presence would still seem so strong
But then slowly diminish as they all move along

Of course they'd talk and say, "Remember him?"
But over time these occurrences would grow increasingly slim.

Simply forgotten as time wastes away
My existence more vanished with each passing day

The more that I ask, the better I see
This question is not for you, it's more just for me.

So I'll rephrase and make it concise
No sugar coating to make it sound nice

If I died, why should I care?
It would simply just mean that I'm no longer there.