An Artist in a World Full of Pain.

I don't always discuss things.
I have an extremely artsy side to me.
Here is an example;

As I crawl, I feel you there.
You're out of view, but I can smell you.
I can smell your fear; it's radiating off of  you.
You have a fear of life and death and everything in between.

Everything is broken now.
She's cowering in the corner.
So tired of crying.
Just want to feel alive.
Just one more time.
One more time...


And her heart is waiting for your touch.
She's drowning in the lies you lied.
You killed her soul with all your hate.


All the pain I feel inside is growing more and more.
You said forever.
You lied.


When will you see?
All this pain...
We died for nothing.
We all died in vain.
You're the only one to blame.
You left me there, you'd let me rot.


I promised you my heart.
I gave it all up for you.
Here, I'm left with nothing.
Only faded memories.
I can't remember the sound of your voice anymore.


It's all so far from me.
I can feel him in my heart.
Breathing ever so slightly.
And I'm still dying inside.
I give off the essence of life.
But I'm still dying inside.


I wish you'd just leave.
Like all the times you left before.
But you're watching as I crawl away.
I smell your fear.
You know what you want.
And I know, too.


My memories are of you and hate.
I can't forgive, I can only forget.
She let you rip her to pieces.
And so did he.


Pain is more than what's on the surface, dear.
It's skin deep and you're reluctant.

I can't hear you anymore.
You're so far from me.
What was once the sweetest dream, is now the cruelest nightmare.
And when the moon comes out, the stars will fall.
Night will cure us all from hate.
Here, we'll be alive again.


We're coming back to life with the essence of death.


I can't remember who you are.
You're not the same as you were before.
You can't hold on to what you never had.
And dreams are keeping me awake.


Paranoia strikes and I crawl through the wire.
The dirt destroys her white dress.


And the panic is alive.
And the panic, you are dead.


I can feel the disease eating me from the inside.
I'm dying in the pile of leaves.
The vile will eat you alive.
And the song of October will bring you peace.


I can't feel you when I'm dying.
You're so far from here.
There's nothing that you can do.
You left long before I did.


She's breathing now.
And you're still sleeping.

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