I admit it.. I believed you..
I believed every lie that you weaved
I thought that I would find me the peace
Of mind that I would need to release this torment
I guess that I'm agent orange
I'm poisoned; rust filled heavy soul
sorry that I could never wash away my genetic code
I told myself I'd let it go
but the doctors hear your voice echo in the stethescope
blood pressure slows
drowning in the ebbing of your memory I can't control
your spirit is fluid, I can't hold on
It's leaking through my fingers til its all gone
I would write you an opus, it wouldn't matter..
so I shattered my chest; at least then I would be READ
There is something in this madness
Like acid that's burning my passion into fragments
the ashes are spread on a canvas, like elastic
I'm painting my life away so you can have it
Tired of the blackness
This depression, this static, feeling gymnastic
Walking on a tight rope; fastened to nothing
Falling in love to break everything.
Walking on a tight rope; fastened to nothing
and swan dive into suffering.

Welcome to the library...
Everything is red
Everything is red
Until everything is dead. x4

cold and I'm bitter
Writing it down so you can hear it
clear and clean
No pages to consider
No words on a paper; no aggression, no anger
No danger; just music
I'm choosing to use it to show you I'm losing my sanity
because a paragraph
Certainly couldn't do it; books are just useless
Vignettes are worthless
Art, doesn't accrue, so fuck it I'll use
Words that you can understand
I'm godless; an Athiest that don't believe in Heaven or Hell
but I'm followed by demons
and never can tell; the difference
between them
But you're a Christian; don't books mean Salvation?
You told me it's okay... (It's Okay)
You let me sit in your house; but won't stay (Won't Stay)
and everything that I've written the whole time
has never been soul tied to anything in your cold gaze (cold gaze)

Crash landed in your life
In my story; the antagonist will die
One, two, three, snap, shattering of minds
You will meet the animal inside
Look me in the eyes
Barbwire smile holding back faith
One stab every time the heart palpitates
All I need is a knife to leave you read/red
My library is filled with the books of the Dead.