

Guards UpAnything to stop my thoughts of You. A room-Turned Upsidown- The hunt for a distraction.Guards Up
Anything to get you Out of Mind, You are planted there so deep And I don't know where to start. I don't know how to let go of your hand Or what It will be like to sleep in your arms Only in my dreams, Never to listen to music again with you, Never to watch you light your cigarette Or laugh until we cry.
Anything to be able to tell you Exactly what I feel, How I think of you Night and Day And in Between. But in between You and I lies a Guard,  


In Sheets of greyMy eyes scattering the sky with grey Have seen a day to end this calm Where waters once sweet melody holds only a song of painful truth. I in turn have turned a blind eye to this tune. But now my sight has never been so open to what I cannot see or fight or take a grasp on. Come night or day, it holds me still, this feeling at my windowsill. I am paralysed. My every sense becomes a slave until i hit the grave or scatter the air with what I have left to offer, a quick presentation followed shortly by another act, A sheet of light passes througIn Sheets of grey


Here to StayAnd here it stays,Here to Stay
Night and Day it stays the same and Never drifts away.
And this is Me,
Floating in and out of some reality. My Mind, like a feather Drifts above my life beneath. And they pray, I can see it in their Eyes they
Pray for me. But their words will pass unnoticed, Something they will never see.
And here it stays, Night and Day it stays the same and Never drifts away. It will always stay the same.


Attack of the ConscienceAnd I am still your Black Smoke, seeping in and causing harm. I am all that you despise And I am everything that Brought you here today.Attack of the Conscience
The pain from being left behind Still echoes through your bones And In your head I've placed a Vicious Cloud of thought.
I pushed you from the Mountain Top And you fell Down and Down
And I stay, Guarding the way back up, Just so you will Not Climb above Again.
Forever.......
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'So life was meaningless? Who cares. So my ambitions are trivial? Pursue them anyway. Life seems boring? Yawn.'
DON'T EAT THE YELLOW SNOW!
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So you were born, and that was a good day
Someday you'll die, and that is a shame
But somewhere in the between was a life of which we all dream
And nothing and no one will ever take that away
-streetlight manifesto
Write on \m/
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"I have love in me, the likes of which you can scarcely imagine;
and rage, the likes of which you would not believe.
If I cannot have the one, I will indulge the other."
- The "Monster" of Frankenstein
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'So life was meaningless? Who cares. So my ambitions are trivial? Pursue them anyway. Life seems boring? Yawn.'
DON'T EAT THE YELLOW SNOW!
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