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desperate sight,
words undone,
what you want,
i become.
inner peace,
you possess,
this tattered soul,
you detest.
surface face,
all is right,
confidence,
near delight.
behind it all,
rage ignites,
but truth is found,
in secret eyes.
underneath,
all i hide,
below the skin,
deep inside.
i try to fight,
i cannot run,
and in the end,
you.
i close my eyes,
so i can't see,
the pain that is,
inside of me.
i cover my ears,
so i can't hear,
the drowning sound,
of my own tears.
i close my mouth,
to sit and wait,
so i can't say,
i am too late.
what would you like to do then?
i wrap my hands,
inside my head,
my own cries,
are some pain instead.
ignorance is bliss, you see.
you're already dead.
this is all you need to know.
n o t h i n g .
would you like to know what i'm thinking right now?
conversations kill.
you're dead.
what do you think?
isn't it time for a change?
change.
do you hear that?
go mental.
day one,
get out,
nice gun,
no fun.
have you ever let someone you love slip away, little child?
he sits upon the bench of tears,
if only for a thousand years.
beside him, another man, perched like stone
presence, soon to be unknown.
he's told, no more than half a week,
he bobs his head as things look bleak.
his heart still wrenches into shock,
as time approaches on the clock.
the man's baggage clutched the child can sense,
when the man's abduction will commence.
this evil machine, they all attend,
will soon consume his only friend.
beside the tracks, a warm embrace,
a wall of remorse left on his face.
the passengers board, to his dismay,
as he lets his father slip away.
have you ever hurt someone, little child?
i can kill you with my bare hands.
this whole world is your victim,
as life is simply a tangent on the way to death.
care to peek into my brain?
someone threw a wrench into the spokes of my brain.
when you woke up today, did you know you would die?
Note: This is combining lines from beautyinchaos.com and my own ideas that are inspired by Shel Silverstein and Jim Morrison.
Go to the website at your own risk. Make sure not to download anything or enter any information if you do. It is unknown as to who the person is actually behind the site. I am not responsible for you entering beautyinchaos.com and something happening if so. I was cautious in my experience and so should you be. I am not responsible for any night terrors or sleeplessness from you entering beautyinchaos.com. Do so at your own risk.
words undone,
what you want,
i become.
inner peace,
you possess,
this tattered soul,
you detest.
surface face,
all is right,
confidence,
near delight.
behind it all,
rage ignites,
but truth is found,
in secret eyes.
underneath,
all i hide,
below the skin,
deep inside.
i try to fight,
i cannot run,
and in the end,
you.
i close my eyes,
so i can't see,
the pain that is,
inside of me.
i cover my ears,
so i can't hear,
the drowning sound,
of my own tears.
i close my mouth,
to sit and wait,
so i can't say,
i am too late.
what would you like to do then?
i wrap my hands,
inside my head,
my own cries,
are some pain instead.
ignorance is bliss, you see.
you're already dead.
this is all you need to know.
n o t h i n g .
would you like to know what i'm thinking right now?
conversations kill.
you're dead.
what do you think?
isn't it time for a change?
change.
do you hear that?
go mental.
day one,
get out,
nice gun,
no fun.
have you ever let someone you love slip away, little child?
he sits upon the bench of tears,
if only for a thousand years.
beside him, another man, perched like stone
presence, soon to be unknown.
he's told, no more than half a week,
he bobs his head as things look bleak.
his heart still wrenches into shock,
as time approaches on the clock.
the man's baggage clutched the child can sense,
when the man's abduction will commence.
this evil machine, they all attend,
will soon consume his only friend.
beside the tracks, a warm embrace,
a wall of remorse left on his face.
the passengers board, to his dismay,
as he lets his father slip away.
have you ever hurt someone, little child?
i can kill you with my bare hands.
this whole world is your victim,
as life is simply a tangent on the way to death.
care to peek into my brain?
someone threw a wrench into the spokes of my brain.
when you woke up today, did you know you would die?
Note: This is combining lines from beautyinchaos.com and my own ideas that are inspired by Shel Silverstein and Jim Morrison.
Go to the website at your own risk. Make sure not to download anything or enter any information if you do. It is unknown as to who the person is actually behind the site. I am not responsible for you entering beautyinchaos.com and something happening if so. I was cautious in my experience and so should you be. I am not responsible for any night terrors or sleeplessness from you entering beautyinchaos.com. Do so at your own risk.
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