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I can't see myself in my mind,
Nothing,
No matter how hard I try,
When I look in the mirror,
I know what I see,
If I close my eyes,
It's cut off from me,
My inner vision,
Severely blurred,
The details of my face,
Obscured,
The third eye,
Partially blind,
So hard to see the me inside...

I'm so tired of people,
Tired of lies,
Tired of living a tired life,
Tired of working,
Tired of sleeping,
Tired of looking so tired and beat,
I'm so tired of weakness,
Tired of pity,
Tired of disgust,
Tired of sympathy,
Tired of cussing about it,
Tired of acting,
Tired of answering,
Tired of asking,
So tired of breathing my lungs are collapsing,
Tired of being sick,
Tired of being healthy,
Tired of trying to get moderately wealthy,
Tired of being lonely,
Tired of company,
Tired of looking inward and seeing only ugly,
Tired of drinking,
Tired of trying to cope,
Tired of dealing,
Tired of dope,
I get tired of the charade,
Tired of hiding pain,
Like I said in the beginning,
I get tired of this game...

Molded by our parents,molded by societies. Blunt and to the point,spoken words of ones owne version. Do not cuss,do not be so tactless,I do not like the way you talk. Should I take you by the hand and coddle,sugar coat my point and spare your feelings. When you are crule,should I not point it out? Should I make it less then what it is just to spare your feelings? Condemned by my peers for the way I am, leaving a caring person hidden in a swamp of pain. I am not evel, you that reject me. Just because you don't like the way I talk, are you not blinded to the damage you cause to my soul, leaving a hollow shell of a caring person behind, to cry for the longing to be loved,excepted, dieing a death slower then life. Are you not all murders of the soul, bigots of your own self righteousness.

Tremble my heart,
follow my lead this way.
Listen to the violins,
before they begin to play.

As the doves cry, in sorrow
& the hogs, grunt at the moon.
They will be waiting for you
In a ditch meant for your tomb

Listen to the mockingbirds
The ruffles of each tree
The lonely dark skyline,
Thats where they will be.

If your looking for love
Please dont look that way
If you want them,
Just as they want you.
Be prepared to dance,
In a gloomy graveyard
Ballroom.

Dont feel sorry for them,
As they dont care for you.
The cruilty of true love,
Is buried in this cemetery
Of doom.

Dont be afraid as yet
Dont walk away
The prayers & angels
Surrounding you
Have saved your life today.

The fake,
The hollow fake;
The Impostor.

The one-dimensional one;-
Shallow as a wading pool.

The empty vessel.

The one, who puts on another's robes;
But who, underneath, is just a monkey.

The one who wishes,
To turn the freely given;
To a profit.

The one, with no discernible talent;
Will be exposed.

Beware, the anti-plagiarism software;
Beware, the originals, on my USB.

Beware, the original Time and Date Stamps;
Beware, the CS Copyright Warning.

Beware!



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Fear
Is a simple thing but it eats me up inside
It tells me lies
Controlling my perception when I let it drive
Then there is the sound
Of electric blue letting in a melodic tune
That brings me down
As my eyes follow the music that I find in you
Reminding me
of who I really am and who hides behind this mask
Is just a boy that never grows
Only a longer list of more hurting truths to add
Then I take a band aid
and I stick it to my head
As I try to learn the definition
of failing self acceptance

Behind a box of excuses
the shelf is growing mold
Of all the time that I've waisted
and you still kept your eyes closed

Sober
Is the affect of my flesh growing mad
And death
Seems to be the only solution to being sad
I build my faith up
Just to let realization bring it back down
As I held your face up
My eyes were lost inside the clouds
How can I return
to find my life again
I sit here in silence
And my smile just pretends
Don't say that it will be OK
And that this is just a phase
I have been pushing this rock uphill
now it seems for days

As your voice speaks in words
That I have never heard
I began to realize
that this hell is something that I deserve

In my attempts to master my actions,
I get attatched to passions,
Interactions I know will only blacken my soul,
While the world seems whole,
I search for my slice,
Trying to surmise the meaning of life,
In my mind I'm growing short on time,
I must find rest on this endless quest of mine,
Yes find rest...or lay down die and accept death...

'Twas a balmy evening on that village square,
On the path, a little girl she chalked,
A hopscotch grid, for friends to share,
Innocently unaware she was being stalked.

From behind a smoke stained curtain dead eyes stared,
On his warped mind he hatched a lurid plan,
In which a childhood dream would not be spared,
From the wrath of this decrepit evil man.

He placed some money in her little palm,
An invitation to his shop for sweets,
To the monster she did sadly warm,
Fell to the lure of candy coated treats.

The evening shadows moved without a sound,
Passersby were laughing unaware,
Inside her muffled whimperings resound,
A deed most horrid, vile beyond compare.

Shattered she emerged, her smiles not there,
Lost in his disgusting sweaty sheets,
Her story to the world she never shared,
Silence bribed, by a bag of sticky sweets.

Now time has passed and healed, but not as such,
His dirty smell still lingers in her nose,
She scrubbed and scrubbed but can't remove his touch,
Etched sadness on her face, still sorrow shows.

Only memories now of girls at play,
Those woeful songs of grief, she's often sung them,
His sunken bones interred in rotten clay,
In life or death, not one good bone among them !

Under the veil of darkness
The Scorpio Woman waits
For her revenge.
Excitement surges
Through her every fibre
As she waits in anticipation.

She is dangerous,
Intoxicating, mesmerizing.
Her eyes piercing
With hypnotic intensity -
Ever watchful.

A superficial calm outer appearance
Hides her hot inner turmoil.
Her s*xual energy
Betrays her -
Images of tender love
Invade her mind.

Soon the object of her love
Is in her arms,
He must treat her well -
Her sting is fatal.


I know we Scorpio Woman get a bad press, but I am happy being me.

This decision of mine, it is not of my choosing...
Nor do I need to explain with false words...
Cast me now into the refiners fire...
The suffering I've endured is absurd...

I will disavow all promises...
As I stand upon the edges of time...
Time that has lied...
Eyes that have cried...
Lies that divide...
My cries are denied...

Torch this wretched product of inhumanity...
Saturate my soul which doth' surely suffereth...
Reverse time, and destroy every last strand of my being...

It is only you Dearest Father...
That is capable of removing me from all of existence...

Do not send me to spirit-worlds...
Do not send me to space...
Remove every last molecule and fiber of my being...
Without leaving a trace...
I wait no longer for Your Eternal frozen flames....